[b]Jonathan Teller - Methodist Emergency Medical Center - Victoria/Farren/Buck[/b] The loud thudding of knocks blasted throughout the entire hospital. Due to its quiet essence, sounds were like explosions, arousing through every room and hallway. So as the knocks boomed at the main entrance, Jonathan turned towards the sound as he turned to Victoria. The two had taken Robert back to his room where he sobbed over his now-dead wife. "You stay here, watch over Robert. Stay close to the walkie" he told her, taking the pistol from his holster and heading towards the sound, staying close to the walls and keeping in the shadows. He wanted to see whoever was making the noise before he, she or it saw him. He walked down the halls and the sounds became irregular, speeding up at times, slowing down at others. Because the room was upstairs, he had to first go downstairs then take a couple turns before finally reaching a more pleasurable space to see the outsiders. He crouched down onto one knee as he reached the end of a wall that connected to the main hall where the doors were. Slowly he moved his head and peaked towards the glass, witnessing what his eyes believed to be false. Before arriving at that location, he was already prepared to face off against a couple of those undead creatures. He realized that the lights and gunshots must have called them forth, but as he stared at the glass doors, he couldn't believe what was on the other side of them. ".....Survivors?...." he questioned himself silently. ---------------------------------------------------------------- [b]About 10 minutes earlier....[/b] John continued to sob, his eyes completely shut from all the heartfelt pain he was currently undergoing. He felt his chest tighten, his knees giving out right underneath him as his entire body shook vigorously. His breaths were also very distant, making it harder for him to get enough oxygen to his lungs, then his heart. It was like he was dying inside, as though he was a time bomb prepared to explode with agony. But suddenly, the cry behind him interrupted his own grieving. Still shivering, John started to turn his body towards the person behind him. He already knew who it was, but didn't want to accept it until he caught sight of her. And there she was, Victoria, or Tori as he called her was on her knees, sobbing just as he was seconds before her arrival. John's eyes had become widened by shock. He had never wished to see this young girl break down like that, never wanted to see anyone break down like she just had. Then he tried to speak, but couldn't. The man was at a loss of words, anything he managed to get out would do nothing to bring back Mrs. Oswald. Then he realized that truth. The old woman was gone, and nothing they did would bring her back. Unfortunately, there was no time to mourn the death of the family member they had just lost, it would do them nothing but harm. With the knowledge that walkers were already on their way, John decided to act before anyone else lost their lives. He ran his forearm through his face, wiping away at the tears. Slowly he walked towards Victoria who was still crying - his sneakers squeaking a little at every step. Once he reached her he crouched down to her level, putting a hand on her shoulder, the other on the side of her arm. "....I'm sorry...." he whispered to her, bringing her in and hugging her tightly, not letting go as she lay her tears on his dirty white shirt. He held onto her, like a father would his daughter. But it wasn't like that because Victoria - despite her current condition - was a very independent and strong girl. Without her, John would be nowhere either - possibly dead. They needed each other to survive, that's what it had come to now. So after holding her for about a minute, he slowly released her and faced her, his eyes connected to hers. "I need you Tori. I need you right now more than ever, do you understand?" he started, no longer shaking or shivering or what not. He had become calm, collecting himself entirely. His period of grief was long gone, it was time for him to step up as the leader and do what he did best - improvise. "I need you to go to the supply room and get four body bags. I know..........I know this is hard for you to understand, but Mrs. Oswald is gone. I loved her as much as you did, but if Robert comes down her and sees her like this, he'll break Tori. The man will die if he sees his wife laying here, torn to shreds. I need you Tori" he said one last time, helping her to her feet, planting a kiss on her forehead for reassurance. It may have seemed insensitive what he was doing, as though he no longer cared, but it was the opposite. He cared so much for these people he couldn't see them destroyed by their own emotions. There was no longer anything he could do for Mrs. Oswald and he understood that, but knew he could do something for Robert - even if it was grim. "I need you to run to the supply room and get four body bags and a lot of paper okay? Just bring the entire cleaning cart, we have to get this fixed" he told Tori, pointing in the direction of the supply room. Once she was gone, he dragged the bodies to a nearby room, blood tainting the surface of the corridor. That would have to be cleaned after the bodies were covered up. First he moved the walker's decomposed bodies, having a hard time doing it because despite their meatless frames, they were still as heavy as normal humans. But once he reached Mrs. Oswald's body, he froze up a little, just stared into what used to be a face. It was unorthodox and full of gore - a sight no one should ever have to see. But knowing the others needed him to do it, he went ahead and dragged Oswald's body into the room, leaving only blood stains in the main hallway. After Tori managed to get back with all the supplies, he took her by the arms again. "I'm going to put them in these bags. In the meantime, try and get this blood soaked up. Wear gloves and don't get any on your face" he instructed, heading into the room with the four body bags on hand. It all felt so rushed. ----------------------------------------- [b]Current time.....[/b] John hesitated before leaving his hiding spot, but decided it was the right thing to do. He walked slowly towards the front entrance, pointing his weapon at the survivors on the other side of the glass doors. He noticed the woman carried a child, the large man a hammer in his belt. John was still a couple of feet away from the door, just standing there, watching them with uncertainty. He still couldn't believe there were others out there in a world as such. And more questions arose in his mind. Where they good people? Would they try to steal from him? Kill his people? They were precaution questions - precaution that made it difficult to make a decision. But despite his doubt, the woman had a child. He couldn't nor had the audacity to leave the boy out there and in grave danger. So without further ado, he rushed forward to the door, beginning to hear moans in the distance and unlocked the door. "Hurry! Hurry!" he whispered quickly, shoving them inside forcefully and locking the door behind them. Then he quickly turned and pointed the gun at them again. "Move, that way" he said, pointing towards a hallway that kept them from being seen by walkers near the entrance. Then he continued to push them further into the hospital, his gun being the only thing keeping him in charge at this point. Once they got to a decent spot where John deemed safe, he told them to turn and look at him. "Now, I don't know you.............I don't know who you are or where you're from. I don't know what you've had to go through out there, but.......You guys are the only survivors I've seen since this has started" he stated, gun still pointed. "So I'm gonna ask you a few questions, but first I need you to give me all your weapons" he said, nodding at the hammer Buck had. "Just slide them over" he added.