John listened as the others introduced themselves, however he made no move to do so himself. The young man examined each and every member of the group thus far, and mentally tacked off whether they were prey or predators before becoming fixated with the girl who introduced herself as Storm. John noted how her legs seemed to be somewhat deformed and for a ghost of a second smirked. John turned his back to the group and pretended to look around as he forced himself to don a convincing look of concern that belied his more sinister intentions before turning back. "I believe we should seek a way out of this place. Though if we're to do it together, perhaps we should find an alternative means of transport for the winged one. As well as a source of nourishment" he said with a smile. The serpent hybrid walked a little closer to the group and began to encircle Storm, flickering his tongue as he did so "After all it must be truly exhausting having to fly nonstop, right? And i'm sure that more than a few of us must be hungry or thirsty." he said with sympathy. His sympathy and words were false and hollow of course, in all honesty he felt nothing for these people and merely hoped that they'd provide entertainment for him as he debated whether or not to try and kill them later on, however it was near impossible to tell that his behavior was an act.

It was deep black, absolutely impenetrable darkness around Mina. Such darkness, her eyes could see nothing, not even her body. Was she awake? Still in a dream? That endless dream she had for so long?
But no, it was different than before. She was conscious, more so than she had been all this time. The air felt different, cold and empty, hollow almost. Her skin was freezing cold and a strange noise sounded from somewhere to her side.
After a while of thinking where she was and why she was here, the whirring and buzzing noise to her side got on her nerves. With difficulty she managed to open her eyes and woke up to a gruesome sight.

She was on a bed in what used to be a plain white room with a window on the south and a small counter across from the bed she lay on. What she looked at though, wasn't a white clean room, it was a room filled with death.
The once clean white tiles were covered with blood, splattered everywhere, even on the ceiling. Corpses lay scattered across the room, broken and shattered, impaled with clear white spikes or simply torn apart. She realized she herself was also covered in blood, as well as the bed she lay on, her pale white skin covered with the red substance. A shiver ran up her skin as she realized she had something to do with this. Why else would she be unharmed?

She scrambled off the bed, only to collapse on the blood covered ground, unable to walk. She didn't know how long she had been here, but it had been long enough to weaken her muscles to the point of not being able to support her weight.
She shot a glare at the nearest corpse, before nearly jumping (if she was able to) up when something tapped against her legs. What seemed to be a long white tail protruded from the base of her spine, it had flicked in reaction to her annoyance. Mina stared at it in wonder for a few minutes before trying to regain control over her muscles.

She sat on the ground for a long time, before she could finally move onto her knees and crawl around a bit. It was tiring, but she had to get out of here.
She found a metal pipe, cut clean off the ceiling somewhere, laying around on the ground. She used it to get onto her feet and support her weight, making her able to move around, be it slowly.
She found a piece of broken glass and ripped off a piece of fabric from the hospital gown she was wearing, wrapping it around the sharp object and carrying it around as she made her way outside and onto the hallway of the unknown building she was in.

Storm listened to what the, as of yet unintroduced, boy had to say, and nodded. "Yes. I know I'll eventually get tired and have to land." She paused for a moment. "At least I can fly and am not stuck in that frozen room with the corpses." So far her music had all been high energy songs which seemed to help keep her energy up, but she knew that her energy would eventually run out. That was why she wanted the wheelchair. She wondered why the boy was circling around her, finding it strange since none of the others were doing so. When he was in front of her she backed up a little, and flew up closer to the ceiling.

John couldn't help but chuckle a bit as Storm backed away from him and increased the distance by flying up further. He eyed the girl and for an instant his pupils contracted into needle thin slits, much like that of a predator focusing on something it intended to strike. John blinked, and his eyes returned to normal, "No need to worry, I don't bite." he said, an ironic statement if there ever was one if one of the corpses in the room he was in was any indicator. Speaking of said room, John's memory was slowly starting to fill in, bridging a few gaps in his mind such as his name -which according to his most recent memory had been repetitively screeched by one of the doctors that he'd murdered during the frenzy preceding his black out-. Sadly John couldn't figure out why he was behaving as he was, however it felt natural, so there was nothing for him to be concerned about. 'At least now I have a name to give to these people' John mused before slowly turning back to the others, "I'm John by the way. Listen, I hate to cut things short, but it feels like I haven't had a drink in days. If we're moving together could we perhaps see to getting some water or something in the near future?" he inquired to the group.

Lynn looked at the black haired boy for a second then smiled. " Yay. Another person!" She said cheerfully. She stepped towards the boy." I'm Lynn." She hands her hand out so he can shake it.She wondered if there would be more people and if so, how many.She realized quickly she offered her cut hand and, switched the hand.

Seth opened his eyes slowly, his vision blurry as he looked around the small room he was in. The walls were gray apart from red moist patches which slowly dripped down the wall covering more of it in red. The floor was more of the same but was littered with body's of dead scientists as well as the red liquid. Confused the boy slowly stood up from his bed and stretched, his bones and muscles feeling weak from what felt like years of sleep.

After his stretching Seth looked at the body's and checked one of them putting his fingers on the scinetists neck "Lukewarm." He muttered wondering what had killed these people, but the more predominant thought on his mind was would whatever had killed these people come back for him. Worried he searched the pockets of the same scientist and found a pocket knife which he quickly pocketed for himself before leaving and walking down the hallway slowly as he reminded himself how to walk, his eyes green with curiosity while he looked around.