"Anyway, Patrick, enough with the formalities, we gotta go. But, here is one thing. This is not real. Though, it appears to be a shared nightmare, If there is a word." Jack looked around
Jack ran out of the room and met up with Jon, who was still at the medical light.
"Alright, no time for talking, lets get out of this fucking hospital." Jack looked around...And realized the only way out was jumping out of the window.
"I don't give a fuck. Let's get out of here already". Patrick stumbles forward, noticing traces of blood on the floor. "Hey.. I don't think we're alone"
"How the fuck should I know?" yelled Patrick back while looking for a weapon. All he could find was a broken glass shard from the window, but it had to do. With it in hand, he ran up to Jack and rammed the shard into the stomach of the creature.
"Some sort of factory" Jack said, before he heard something.
"Jack Winstion, ah, poor man. Got a severed nerve. He's still awake, but can't move. Odd thing is, there is a lot of these guys coming in" A voice said.
"Sir, this man is spasming!" Another voice yelped.
"Get some morphine into him, stat!" as the voice said that, Patrick felt very, very relaxed and a hole appeared on his arm. A tiny one, like one made by a pin.
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