Chapter 4

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Here it is....

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(Demi's POV)

Day and I lurk in the alleyway of the hospital. It's a cloudy night alright, no moon, no stars, perfect for a horror or werewolf movie in fact. 

Both of us clad in black with black loose pants. Day's pants are tucked into his boots while mine aren't (I'm wearing sneakers) with both of us wearing dark, short-sleeved shirts and Day wears a dark long-sleeved shirt tied around his waist. We both have the pig blood I asked Tess to get speared all on us, and dirt on our face that Day made sure won't come off. Gross. There's also suspenders attached to our pants that swing loosely on our hips. 

We look pretty horrifically epic if I do say so myself.

Our weapons are hidden, mine more than Day's however, and gloves and handkerchiefs in our pockets as well.

The alleyway is pitch black due to the clouds covering the moon and any source of light. We both stare at our goal, which is the hospital's third floor. I believe it's the laboratory because there's no windows, which means the staff doesn't want anyone to see what's going on in there. Day has the same idea and claims that the plague cures have to be there, and I agree in suit. 

The third floor, hidden by the Republic, is where the doctors and nurses do all their "sciencey" stuff. It's actually quite terrifying to be in there, I know from experience, and so does Day.

Moments later, a medic truck pulls up behind the military jeeps that have been dropping in while we're here.

Many soldiers make their way out of the truck and help the nurses who struggle with getting the boxes from the truck. Another man who wears a black Republic suit with only two rows of silver buttons that line his officer jacket climbs out after everyone descends off. His hair dark and his face young. He wears gloves and a belt that shows a gun around his waist can be seen as well. He must be their leader

He starts speaking to a nurse and because of Day in the way, I can barely make out the conversation unlike Day.

"Yes, Captain," the nurse says, louder, and I can finally hear what their saying. The Captain, now being a gentleman, tips his hat to her.

"My name's Metias. If you have any questions, come see me." He replys. Seems like a nice dude.

They both walk away from each other to fulfill their own business, many more military and medic trucks arrive in front of the hospital with injured soldiers. 

Day inhales sharply and motions for me to follow him toward the entrance. He puts his arm around my shoulder and we both limp toward the entrance as we descend from the shadowy alley. 

Both of us huddle together to make it seem like we're struggling to walk, which causes one of the nurses to to notice us, glancing at the fake blood on our arms and faces. 

"Can we be admitted, cousin?" Day asks, acting like he's wincing in pain. I do the same.

"Please? If there's a room available tonight, I'll pay. Pleaseee," I beg, my face forming in to one filled with pain. I also bring out my puppy dog eyes which are impossible to say no to.

She looks at us with anything but pity and writes down on her notepad. Ouch... Looks like Day's 'cousin' and my puppy dog eyes ain't it.

"What happened?" she asks, still looking down at her notepad.

Day then let's go of me and dramatically falls down to his knees and reaches for her. I'm definitely gonna' tease him on this alright... I fall down on the sidewalk as well to stay in 'character.' 

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