Zombie survivor

[92] Check up

The Kelowna General Hospital loomed in front of Brad's team, its once-pristine glass facade shattered and smeared with grime. Vines and moss crept up the sides of the building, reclaiming the structure for nature. The parking lot was littered with abandoned cars, some burned out, others with doors hanging open, as if their occupants had fled in a hurry.

"Jesus," Brittany muttered, adjusting her flashlight. "This place looks like ground zero for some horror movie."

"It probably was," Brad said, his shotgun resting on his shoulder as he led the group toward the entrance. "Stick together and keep your eyes open."

"Yeah, yeah," Jordan said, twirling his pistol like it was a toy. "Let's just get in, grab the meds, and get out before something eats us."

"Or bites us," Tyler added, a grin creeping across his face. "Y'know, like a sexy nurse zombie. I wouldn't mind getting bitten by one of those."

Brittany let out a loud groan, rolling her eyes. "Oh my God, Tyler. Can you not be gross for five minutes?"

"Let him dream, Britt," Jordan chimed in, snickering. "He's just expressing himself. Like, imagine if she's got one of those tight little—"

"Dude, shut the fuck up," Brad interrupted, spinning around to glare at him. "Nobody wants to hear about your zombie fetish."

"Bet Tyler does," Jordan shot back with a grin, earning a chuckle from the other boy.

"Seriously, grow up," Brittany snapped, her flashlight beam sweeping across the cracked pavement as they approached the hospital's front doors.

Inside, the air was thick and stagnant, carrying the faint metallic tang of dried blood. The floor was littered with debris—broken glass, overturned chairs, and the occasional unidentifiable stain. Posters about handwashing and disease prevention hung crookedly on the walls, faded and peeling. A once-cheerful "Welcome to Kelowna General!" sign hung by a single wire, swaying slightly in the faint breeze that made its way through the shattered windows.

"Alright," Brad said, turning to face the group. "We're looking for medical supplies. Bandages, antibiotics, anything useful. Stay quiet and stay focused."

As they fanned out, flashlights darting across the ruined interior, Trev muttered something under his breath, his eyes fixed on the shadows.

"What's that, Trev?" Jordan asked, leaning closer. "You planning your next Discord mod speech?"

Trev glared at him, adjusting the strap of his heavy revolver. "I'm just saying, this place probably has a lot of loot if you know where to look. Not that someone like you would notice."

"Oh, sorry, Mr. Expert Scavenger," Jordan said, smirking. "Didn't realize we had a pro gamer on the team."

"Better than being a fucking clown," Trev shot back, his voice dripping with disdain.

"Guys," Brad barked, his tone sharp. "Cut the bullshit. We don't have time for your pissing contest."

"Yeah, listen to the alpha," Jordan muttered, earning another glare from Brad.

The group moved deeper into the hospital, the light from their flashlights casting eerie shadows on the walls. The once-busy corridors were now silent and desolate, the faint sound of dripping water the only noise.

"Yo, this is like some Left 4 Dead shit," Tyler whispered, his voice tinged with excitement. "I bet there's, like, a tank hiding around here somewhere."

"Yeah, and you'd probably try to hit on it," Brittany said, not even bothering to hide her disgust.

Jordan snorted. "Nah, he's more into witch vibes. All that crying probably does it for him."