Wasteland: The Beginning

American Idiot

The alarms were beating and pounding for the doctors to rush to the sense of danger. Red light filled the room as they all ran to there vehicles, heart beats were all as one. A man had been shot at by a mental case that had escaped the mental ward on that very same day, Nick had been on the police force before a injury of his became unbearable. The patient had manage to obtain a weapon to kill his doctor, the hospital had found her dead body 2 hours after he escaped. Her blood could be smelt from the floor above and had caught the attention of a doctor, who had sworn he seen flies buzzing around the enclosed hospital ward.

This job was for Nick, he had to go and save this person live after a gun shot to the chest. The panic would soon kick in of they didn't move quickly, this would soon be a blood bath if the patient had shot more than one person. The van sped into action, Nick would have guessed his right hand man and best friend would be there to save the day. Josh Bloom was Nick's best friend from the police force, and was now in charge of the Police force in New Jersey. The race was on to save this person's life. When the Doctor had found the body, the room was filled with 'The End is Nigh', 'Death is coming' and 'The End has begun', they were written in his victim's blood, dripping down the dull peeling walls.

The van stopped, smashing the brakes and running to the victim, who was now in a puddle of crimson blood and was gasping for air. And by the victim was Josh, who was protecting the nameless man with the gun shot wound. "Hey, Nick! Over here!" cried Josh, sweat sliding down his face. The Sun light was beaming down on the car windows and mirrors in the now ghost town of a road. "Where's the problem?" Nick managed to ask, running to the man's side, heart racing fast it could burst. "Gun shot to the chest, I've managed to stop the bleeding and cover myself as well." Josh called out to Nick, who was shooting at the patient. "Oh thank God, a doctor!" the nameless man gasped for air, as he opened his eyes and whined in pain. "What's your name?" Nick asked, looking at the gun shot wound. "Morgan..." He said trying to move, a croak in his voice. "Okay, Morgan, you need to take it easy. We're going to put you on a stretcher and get you into the van." Nick said, the panic had began. "Josh, cover me! I'm getting the stretcher from the van!" Nick had shouted to Josh, Nick had the nerves to run and stay down, Nick or Josh didn't notice that the patient had made his way around to have a better shot. The patient had manage to grab a shotgun from one of the knocked out police officers. That was the moment that would change a lot. Nick had the nerves from his past police officer roll and was taking his doctor roll seriously. Then it happened, a paradox even. A gun shot froze in the heat of the moment.

The bullet seemed to move in slow motion, the impact was huge and pierced into the flesh of Nick. after it had pierced his skin, time seemed to have started again, moved faster than it did before the blow hit him. Every sound became blurred and Nick's vision became blinded, a blurred voice came to his ringing ears. "Nick! Listen, were going to get you to hosptail! Shit, everything is going to be okay! Someone help! Shhhh, shh, its okay...". All was silent.

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The silence was the thing that broke Nick's deep coma sleep. Stiff bones and numb all over, he had to move. The events were unknown for Nick, as he was laying on his hosptial bed, alone and cold.

Nick

The last thing I can remember was being shot by a patient. The hospital was silent, too silent for comfort. I managed to open on eye, thinking to see sunlight. But no light, the curtains had been drawn, there was dead flowers by my side, the petals fallen off and a deep brown colour, the flowers were roses, dead roses. There was a photo on the side as well, I reconsized them, it was Amy and Luke. It must of been days since I pasted out. I had to move, the worry and panic would soon kick in if I didn't get out of this bed. But even by getting out of bed, I had to get to my feet.

By the numbness in my legs had made me fall, the wardrobe was close, my arms had enough strength to open the doors. Hoping there will be some clothes, I want to call out, I have to call out. "Nurse! Help!" A violent cough came out straight after, I needed water, I called and there was no answer. The wardore was finally open, there was clothes in there, they were mine, not from the hospital, from Amy. Thank god, if there was water as well, I would be forever greatful. I had to also change into my clothes. I look round, the room seemed to be more brighter and dustier, in all hopsital rooms there we're always bathrooms with taps. I had managed to get to my feet, now fully dressed and making my way to the small room on the other side of the room. For my sake, there was a sink, and the water was still running. I now had to leave this cold, dark room. Before leaving, I grabbed the photo Amy and Luke before I left for the outside.

The door was stuck, I managed to smash open it with all my body weight, even though my body is weak. The silence was broken by my footsteps and the door smashing open on to the empty hall way. I didn't want to shout out again, the hospital didn't feel right, hospitals are not the most happiest places, even when Luke was born. By thinking of my son, not knowing where him or Amy was, just made me more scared. I had to take long slow steps just to get out of here, I recongized the route of the place, it was the one I worked in, I was on the first floor and had away of way leaving this place. I could see the desk for this floor on the horizion of my vision, my hope suddenly became more greater, hoping there would be someone there for help. I can't see or hear anything at this point, the lights were broken and burnt out, one was flicking on and off.

"Hello? Nurse?" I finally called out, my echo was the only voice that lingered, the shadows of the dark and lost hallway of the first floor. There was no answer, there was nothing as I reached the desk and saw that it was just dust, blood filled papers. What had happened here was odd, it was eerie and gave a bad omen. The hospital smell was different, it didn't smell of alcohol soaps and burnt coffee in the mugs of sleepless doctors, it now smelt of blood and rotting flesh. I looked round some more, I saw words written on the walls, just like the ones written by that American Idiot patient, but only in blood and a deep Matt black spray paint. But there was a new one on the far left, it was 'Run if you value your lives'. What had happen here? My ears were picking up a growling noise, it was very rough and vague. There was a track of blood, I followed it a few feet. The sight was horrible, a human was mangled up on the floor, body cut in half from the waist. It guts lay limp on the floor, the sight was horrifyingly, it's legs were behind me as I looked back to seek help. "Some body, help! This man needs medical help!" My shouts echoed throughout the hall way, bouncing from one to another. The man started to slide his way forward at me, his growl more louder and the sound of hunger grew bigger. I ran for the fire exit, it was the one that lead to the backlot where a huge grass area was. The fear had build its way up from my small cold room to the horror filled hall way, it seemed like hours I had been in there. Looking back, I could here the growl fading away from my ears. I wasn't going to hang around to find out we're it was. I pushed opened the door and the sunlight hit my eyes, a blinding light that was not easy to focus on.