Vrozling

Soon the abandoned building came into view. The building didn’t look too bad, as in it wasn’t rotting and falling apart, but one could tell it hasn’t been used in quite a while.

Hmph what a dump..“ Cyril muttered, wandering inside and looking around. It looked as though the building was once a medical facility of some kind, the front waiting area leading through rusted doors to different rooms, each containing a few beds and questionable medical equipment. 

“Creepy as hell.” Reign added to his comment kicking open a rusted door it snapped off its hinges and fell with a muffled thud. In the room he’d opened were three old hospital beds lined up with torn curtains between them and one overturned with claw marks on it. 

Walking over to one of the beds Jack carefully placed the person down and got them to release their grip on his jacket. 

“We should get them patched up quickly.” Jack stated.  “Sounds like my kind of job!” Sam said enthusiastically. The group turned to look at Sam, all confused and somewhat concerned.

You?“ Reign muttered, raising an eyebrow skeptically. “What are you going to do? Put a grenade in him?” He asked rather sarcastically though part of him thought Sam just might do exactly that. Sam just staired at Reign for a moment before speaking.

“As fun as that may sound, no, I’m not going to put a grenade in them. I do have some medical knowledge You know.” Sam replied simply, as though it should have been obvious.

“Since when?” Cyril asked in a rather demanding tone, clearly having doubts about it. Reign was less skeptical and shrugged, trusting Sam since they were both destructive in nature and got along well. 

“Since I was young.” Sam said with a bit of annoyance. “My father was a doctor so I learned a bit from him. Plus the high school I went to was pretty cool, I was able to take a few medical courses before going to college, where I planned to further my knowledge in the medical field.” He explained.

“That’s awesome man why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Reign slapped him on the back, it was his rough version of a friendly pat on the back.  Cyril just huffed and stood with his hands on his hips. “Actually, while you do that I should look around some. Hey Tim you wanna come help me find some more beds to bring in here?” He offered, not wanting to go with Cyril but not dumb enough to go alone. 

Timothy jumped a bit, his mask going from the worried magenta to a surprised blue-green. He looked at Jack before looking back to Reign and replying.

“U-um, sure I guess.” Timothy stuttered a bit.

Reign nodded and waved for him to follow. “Let’s go then, let me know if you see something useful or questionable.” He instructed, leading the way out of the room. The newcomer shifted and groaned in their unconscious state curling up there was blood soaking through their coat onto the bed. 

“Time to get to work.” Sam said after Reign and Timothy walked away. He suddenly paused and turned to look at Cyril then Jack. Jack nodded and cleared his throat before turning to Cyril and speaking.

“Cyril, why don’t you stand outside the door. You know, in case something happens.” Jack suggested.

Cyril didn’t have a reason to say no but gave an annoyed look regardless, standing guard was no fun afterall. “Fine.” He said with distaste, turning up his nose and leaving the room. 

The newcomer coughed roughly, gritting their teeth and groaning as the old sheets absorbed the blood from a wound that looked like a giant claw mark. The injury showed no signs of stopping and the person was clearly in much pain from it. 

Getting started Sam quickly removed the person’s clothing leaving only what was necessary. He began a quick but thorough head to toe assessment, checking for possible internal damage.

There was a large gash across the newcomer’s abdomen, four claw marks that were thin but deep and stretched from the lower sternum to the naval. The right leg had severe bruising and was unnaturally swollen, the bone just below the knee was cracked and nearly broken. On the back of her head was a swollen bruise, showing that she had suffered a fall from a rather high place recently. 

After assessing his patient Sam immediately went searching for the things he’d need.

“From what I got I need to find a neck brace of some kind, or even make one if I have to, just to be cautious of any neck injury. She may have a possible concussion so we’ll have to keep an eye on her. I’ll have to stitch up the lacerations, and also find or make a splint for her right leg which I’m assuming is a tibia fibula fracture.” He said mostly to himself, but also informing Jack. “I should also get her some fluids so I’ll need anything here that is the closest to saline, preferably not to far expired. Do you think you could look for that Jack?” Sam asked while continuing look for supplies.

“Yeah.” Jack said and began looking. Although the language in this world isn’t exactly English, Jack and the others have been here long enough to learn how to decifer most of it.

Meanwhile Reign had made his way with Timothy up to the roof, lifting the hatch before shutting it immediately and holding it closed. 

The day was coming to an end, Lucifer being joined in the sky by Nap as it came closer to a new day. It was almost always freezing this time of night, causing Cyril to complain more than usual. 

“Jack do you even know where we are going? It’s cold and I’m exhausted, we’ve been walking for ages.” His English accent was very apparent, as he was a true cockney and proud of it. Though he grew less and less proud as Reign started taking away the last three letters of the word and calling him that instead. 

“Shut up princess, course he knows where he’s goin. There’s a reason we all follow him and not you. And suck it up we haven’t even been walking for more than two moons.” Reign grumbled, shooting Cyril an annoyed glare. 

The city soon came into view, many of the buildings with pointed spiral tops, as though missing sections of a medieval castle. Illuminated in the glow of the two moons present the citizens could be seen wandering about, two of which were fighting in the street as others passed by. One had a gaping mouth full of jagged teeth and a body coated in scales, it pinned the other down and began tearing into its neck, making certain it was dead before standing up and continuing on its way as normal. Cyril would not show it but he was horrified by the scene and stood closer to Reign. 

Jack continued walking, ignoring the comments of his group as well as the fight that just happened between the two residents of this town. He was thinking instead. The truth was, Jack didn’t really know where they where going. To him it didn’t matter where, as long as they found somewhere safe to stay everything would be fine.

Soon there was an annoying sigh from Sam before he began to complain aswell. “I can’t believe we’re running away from our old base. We lived there for years! Common Jack, we could have taken that army down easily with my explosives. They wouldn’t have stood a ch-“ 

“Enough.” Jack interrupted the pyromaniac sternly. “There were many of those soldiers and we don’t know what power they possess. Someone could have got hurt if we decided to jump into battle and that is not a risk I am willing to take.” He explained. Sam just mumbled under his breath crossing his arms, though all that Jack could pick up was an annoyed ‘whatever’.

A commotion started up down the street, a tall rat-like creature screeched as its eye was gouged out and the figure that stood over it panted. A hood pulled over their head they stood at 5'8 and looked human, though the face was concealed so it was difficult to tell.

“It’s a human!! A human!!!” It screamed before its throat was sliced open. The figure over it turned their head sharply, seeing the group wearing pumping masks they stumbled back, a scarf over the lower half of their face. 

“Stay back!! Demons or monsters whatever you be I will kill you too if you come any closer!!” Their voice was of an indiscernable gender and their legs shook from fatigue. Holding up a machete that dripped a thick orange liquid pouring from the rat creature the human watched them carefully. 

Reign glanced around, not seeing any other civilians around he looked to Jack. “Boss? You really think that’s another human?” He asked in a hushed tone, scanning the area to be sure it was empty. The hooded figure took another unsteady step back before their knees buckled and they fell backwards, eyes rolling back in their head as they started to slip out of consciousness. 

Jack sighed as he walked over to the fallen figure. When he was close enough he cautiously reached his hand out to pull down their hood.

“It’s human alright.” Sam’s voice spoke from behind Jack. He turned to see that both Sam and Timothy had followed him, looking at the person from over his shoulders.

Timothy look at Jack, his mask’s glow had turned from a calm yellow to a worried magenta. “Are we going to help them Jack?” The boy asked, to which Jack patted his head.

“Yeah Tim, we’ll help them.“ Jack replied. The human in the dirt groaned, hardly awake they tried to shrink away but couldn’t seem to move more than a few inches. 

“Get… get away from me…” They sputtered, still not knowing the group comprised of humans. Reign and Cyril had also followed to come closer, Cyril scoffed at their efforts to get away and crossed his arms. Reign came over and crouched beside them, pulling the hood back up to conceal their human appearance.

“We’d better get him somewhere safe, he’s in pretty bad condition boss.” Reign said, looking around to notice a few civilians walking about nearby. 

“Hmph, whatever let’s just get out of here and find a place to sleep, if they’re coming along one of you is going to have to carry them.” Cyril huffed, tapping his foot nervously as more citizens exited buildings and passed the group nearby. Jack sat there and stared at Reign in what seems like confusion for a few seconds before lightly shaking his head. He picked up the person carefully and started walking, though he was heading in the opposite direction they  had originally been going.

The hardly conscious figure groaned in Jack’s arms, rolling their head over and resting it against Jack’s chest they gave up on trying to get away. Reign followed Jack quickly, resembling the actions of an obedient dog. 

“Where are you going Jack??” Cyril whined, hesitating a moment he glanced around the city that was getting busy. His heart jumping at the sight he ran after Jack and Reign, shouting for them not to leave him behind. Sam and Timothy look at each other before shrugging and following after their friend. They were used to this happening, Jack just randomly changing direction 

After a few minutes Jack spoke. “I saw an abandoned building back when we first entered this town. It shouldn’t take us long to get there.” He explained, then fell silent once more.

“So we’ll be sleeping in rubbish, how quaint…” Cyril muttered sarcastically, rolling his eyes. Reign shot him another annoyed look, toying with the baseball bat in his hands Cyril quickly shut up.