Here Goes Nothing [Open]

Bo Harper

Creeping quietly in the sunset colors of the evening sky, Bo slipped passed the threshold of Terresa Mission Hospital. A small cool breeze danced in her hair as she slid the hospital entrance close -- careful not to make any noise. Bo has been a scout for far too long to make in noise when out on the job, and even though zombies are less active in the evening in night time does not mean they won't "come alive" when tipped up by a sound that fresh meat is around.

Looking out an hole in a wall that used to be a window Bo made note of the sun's position, she had a few minutes to grab whatever useful thing she can find before the sun completely goes down for the day. This is the tricky thing about scouting, you only have a few minutes of the day to work before you get into trouble. If she stays out too late she'll have to use a flash-light, but light is pretty much a dinner bell for these zombie ... and lets not even mention the Revers.. Bo shivered, revers are worse than zombies in a lot of ways -- Rever's still had some of their mind in tact and can form devious plans and are hard to predict.

Pads of her fingertips tickled the hilt of the 5 inch blade she keeps sheathed in her belt, "You can never be too careful," whispered in her mind -- it's almost becoming her motto for scouting missions. Advancing slowly, being sure to avoid broken glass or anything that would crunch if she walked on it, Bo kept an eye out for anything useful.

Slowly her feet carried her down the main hallway and to the nurses station where a med cart lay turned over by a blood slick from some poor victim. This find may have been met with unfortunate results for the person that left that blood, but it may prove fortunate for Bo. "I hope that poor sod wasn't with a group that ran-sacked that med cart for him."

Making a cautious glance around her surroundings for any signs of a zombie stumbling around in the hallway and found none, Bo made her way to the med chart to shuffle around the already open drawers for anything.

In the dim light her fingers found a cold vial of medicine, it rolled with her touch. Smiling she was just about to rise it up from it's drawer before a heavy shuffling of feet and a low primal hungry moan rang in Bo's ears.. It was right behind her, adrenaline shoot out through her tensed up muscles.

In one shift motion she dropped the vial and pulled her knife from her belt, turning on her heel she saw a human long turned by the virus shuffling out of the hospital room 231, maybe it was drawn by the smell of blood by the med chart.

In the dim light, Bo could make out a mouth that frothed over with saliva, eyes that were blood red, and various limbs broken on the body that was probably from chasing after meals. The zombie moved slowly from starvation and a broken ankle that crackled like rice krispy treats with every step. A foul smell of rotten death burned Bo's nostrils, cringing under the smell Bo stepped forward and plunged the blade in the monsters eye, making a direct hit into the brain... Bo's signature kill -- kills like this insure an easy entry to the brain and decreases damage to the weapon. She learned this through a lot of trail-and-error.

Instantly the zombie stopped it's moving and became dead weight, holding on to the monster's gangrenous arm, Bo lowered the zombie onto the ground to prevent noise. With the dead zombie quietly rested on the floor, Bo jerked her blade out of the wound -- pulling a little mushy brain out with it. She slide the knife back in her belt and returned to rummaging in the med chart.

All and all, this day was pretty normal.