OOC: @ Serious
Flashlights were on. When the power went out temporarily, I knew how much danger everyone was in. “Sergeant, clear every officer out of the building now! Set up a perimeter, and if anyone tries to escape, shoot them!” I yelled to him.
He complied, and had gathered the officers outside the exit. I checked the two revolvers I had in my holsters, one for each hand. One was the same gun used to kill Medic earlier that autumn, and I kept it close. The patients and psychologists waited in front of me.
“Here’s what’s gonna happen. Vlad, you and the more sane go to the fuse box. No one travels alone, got that?”
Vlad nodded. I handed him a walkie-talkie, and he, Marmot, Jace, Mike, Chowz, Digoxin, and Level4 went to the fuse box, while the others stayed with me.
“Iran, you have the confiscated weapons somewhere… where are they?”
“In the office… why?”
“I can trust you… you need to arm yourself with a weapon.”
So me, Iran, and the remaining patients headed towards the office, my guns ready to take out any of them.
>Vlad and the sane group go deeper into building.
>Lights come back on momentarily.
>They head into the basement.
>Mike playing air guitar, Digoxin joining him
>Jace smoking weed, abusing his “medicinal” marijuana
>Chowz keeping up in back, speaking in different voices
>everyone else just remaining silent
>See the fuse box, all rush towards it.
>Vlad inspects it and finds nothing wrong
>Every patient rushes forward and idiotically flips random switches on box
>“YOU IDIOTS!!!” yelled Vlad.
>Unsurprisingly, lights turn out again
>Suddenly, there is a crash, followed by sparks flying where the fuse box is.
>Vlad shines a flashlight on group of six…
>They check the box, only to find Jace impaled with a metal pipe through the abdomen and stuck to the fuse box
>The rod didn’t initially kill him, but the electric current did, as well as permanently shut off power to the hospital
>“Yay! We’re doomed!” cries out Chowz
>“Idiots…” muttered Level4
>Vlad contacted Mark on walkie-talkie.
>“Jace is dead!” he yells into it.
>And so there were fourteen…
I heard the radio ring, and Vlad yelling out that Jace was dead. Our group was in the office, getting Falcon’s pistol for Iran. I shook my head, and looked at the checkboard:
“Come on… let’s head back into the therapy room.”
We all regrouped there… and waited…
“Vlad, you and Iran keep watch here. I’m heading to the fuse box to see what I can dig up.”
I headed into the basement, and shone a light on Jace’s corpse. Metal rod… fuse box… power was out for good. I looked on the ground, and noticed a joint… Jace’s, no doubt. I put it out and placed it into an evidence bag. I headed back into the therapy room, where all of the suspects waited…