Cael Maddox had bobbed and weaved his way to and through the Hospital’s parking lot; ducking behind and crawling between and even under abandoned car’s, trucks, and SUV’s that had been left vacantly behind in the midst of all this chaos. If these last few days had made him realize anything it’s that things were beginning to get very, very bad. It reminded him of his life only three months prior inside the Grimes Unit Correctional Facility near Newport. Life inside there was never short of chaos, but there were still rules that you had to follow if you wanted to survive; sometimes it was all about survival of the fittest, and if whatever the hell was happening in the world escalated any further that’s exactly how things were going to be…and Maddox new that it hadn’t been that long ago that he was truly used to that way of life and so he had already began to revert to the mindset that he had been trying for three months now to let go…so much for that he guessed. 

Maddox new that all hell was probably breaking loose inside of the hospital, and that it would more likely than not be dangerous in there, but he also understood that MOST of the essential items that he was going to need in order to survive this…he wondered momentarily what exactly “this” was or what it should be called…disaster didn’t seem to fit, apocalypse was perhaps a little to extreme…ah, outbreak, that seemed like it was a decent enough descriptor of all the hell around him. Anyways, if he was going to survive this outbreak, the hospital would definitely prove a worthwhile place to look for supplies; for as far as he went the situation was dire enough to justify looting whatever the hell necessary to live another day…and that is exactly what he decided to do as he began to make inside of the large, extremely impressively designed building with his fire axe firmly held in his hands. He was expecting danger, and he WOULD be ready for it when it came at him.