[b]Jonathan Teller - Methodist Emergency Center[/b]

It was currently around eight p.m. at night and the sun had already faded into the horizon. All that lay upon the sky was a star-full pitch black overpass. There was no noises in the area, just pure silence - like that of a lonely, sorrowful night. It had been six months of this for Jonathan Teller, a security guard for one of the biggest hospital's in Bandera, Texas - Methodist Boerne Emergency Center. It was a very fancy looking hospital that recognized the unique needs of each of their patients. It’s a process that they continue to improve upon, creating ways to better serve the community when they need them most. But once the world went to hell because the dead raised to torture the living, that little vow vanished as quickly as human life. Doctors and nurses fled before the hospital even got overrun. At that point, they didn't care about the patients, but their own families, rushing to the aid of their own blood without a care for the needy. 

But before [i]walker[/i], as they called them, roamed the earth, Jonathan or John, also couldn't care less for these patients. Before, he was just at the hospital to get paid, not honestly to serve and protect the facility. He even had thoughts of robbing the same place he was paid to keep safe - it was the thug in him. But after none of that mattered, none of the money, none of the power and fame, or the thrill, John's perspective on life changed dramatically. That cash flow wouldn't get him closer to his friend's killer. They wouldn't get him the justice he wanted. He got in that one gang to find the murderers, but never got the chance to do it, wasting his entire life on a chance that never came. So now, six months into the zombie apocalypse as it is known, Jonathan fled to the same hospital he was paid to guard. 

He walked the halls alone, gun strapped to the holster on the right side of his belt. All the lights in the hospital were turned off, John had decided it be best to keep them off at all times. Still to that point the hospital had not been overrun by anyone or anything, John made sure of that. They were located on Menger Springs and I-10, very much away from any big town or city-like development - which was getting popular just before damnation struck. Because the hospital ran on its own power, produced by large generators, the place had water, electricity if needed, and a decent amount of hospital food that kept Jonathan full. Of course, he had gone out and hunted for supplies in the nearest stores, but lived mainly off the hospital's supplies. 

There was also the question on how the man kept his sanity. Well, he wasn't the only tenant in the Methodist Hospital, there were three others with him - patients actually. When everyone else left, there were two old people who remained alone in the hospital and this one young girl. The couple was old, somewhere around their seventies. Jonathan took care of the married couple who's anniversary was actually this same day and was celebrated with Ritz crackers, red jello cups, and water. Despite the rotting and destruction that the walkers brought for everyone, Jonathan was mainly absent that sight. He saw this event as a fresh start, a way to renew his entire purpose in life. He no longer had to devote it on revenge, because it was pointless now, it was over. Now he wanted to make up for loss time, doing right by himself and others. So as a start, he continued to defend the hospital because he knew that one day everything would return to normal and that this place was needed for rebuilding. 

So as he continued to walk the dark halls, he suddenly heard a noise behind him. Quickly he turned, pulling his gun from his holster. "Who's there?" he asked in a whisper. "Oh! It's just me sweetheart" said Mrs. Oswald, raising her hands to the ceiling. "Good lord" John sighed, putting the gun down, shaking his head side to side as he took a breath. "You should be in your room Mrs. Oswald" the man commented, walking towards her. 

"Sorry sweetheart, but I cant....." he said with a smirk on her face. She didn't seem right, something was off about her. "Are you okay?" John asked, walking up to her to find tears streaming down her cheeks. "What's wrong?" he asked her again, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You know we love you don't you son?" She asked him, staring at his chest, not looking into his eyes. "Yeah, of course" John assured her, still not understanding what was wrong. "And you know both Robert and I are getting too old to handle ourselves anymore? Were putting much a burden on you and I am very, very sorry" he continued, trying to wipe the tears, but they continued. 

"You're scarring me Mrs. Oswald. Is it Robert? Is he okay?" John asked, trying to escape to her room, but being stopped by her grasp. He turned back to face her, confusion all over his face. "I'm sorry..." she sobbed. "But it's time for us to go. And you too son. Just let go with us okay? We love you and are doing this for you, so that you don't have to suffer anymore." 

"What did you do?" John asked her, his eyes widening at every word that came out of her mouth. "Robert is turning on the lights. I suggest you get out of here. We've lived our lives Johnathan. We're happy to have met you and appreciate everything you've done for us, but this is it. We can't take it anymore. We want to go together under this beautiful night. Please, just go before it's too late..." she stated. "No......NO! I can't! No, no, no, no. Mrs. Oswald, what the heck are you thinking? We've made it so far together, we have it good here. We have food, water. We......we have what we need to survive, there's no need to give up. Why? Why now?" Johnathan asked, running his hands through his short hair and forehead. He couldn't believe it. Six months together and they just decide to take their lives this way. "Oh crap!" he then cursed, realizing Robert was probably down by the generators and about to turn the lights on. "Go back to your room Mrs. Oswald" he told her quickly before rushing to the back of the dark hospital. 

He had to turn his flashlight on because he was no longer near the windows where the stars and moonlight lit the room. [i]"Please don't do this...."[/i] he thought to himself, rushing as fast as he could, sweating a little as he turned left and right. He wanted to scream, but wasn't going to risk it. Still he was stunned on their decision to just suddenly give up - especially on their anniversary. Just as he was a hall away from the generator room, the lights suddenly started to turn on, one by one. John stopped to stare at the ceiling, watching the long halls light up like Christmas trees. "No..."