[center][h1][color=057fbc][b]David Costley[/b][/color][/h1][/center] [center][code]The Campsite - Outside the Infirmary[/code] [/center] [hr] Justin ran off towards the drunk after they were mentioned - grabbing and carrying them towards the entrance. David took these seconds to review the others who were still with them before calling out for them to run - The building was burning, this was definitely not the place for anyone to stop! [color=057fbc]"What are you still doing in here? Get out!"[/color] David shouts at the others, running to one and even pushing on their back to make them move faster in a frantic effort before heading to the door himself. Looking back once more to see the burning woman, he pauses. [color=001723][i]"I'm a killer..."[/i][/color] He thinks, this changed everything. He'd never killed and he was certain that it was his fault regardless that she had been attacking him. In his panic he had crossed a line - been an accessory to arson and murder. [color=001723][b][i]Killed...[/i][/b][/color] If only she hadn't- If he hadn't- No, there wasn't time for this. Not right now, he had to get out with everyone else... But not before remembering - he crossed a line, he wasn't going to forget that... for now. Not with the scars he'll gain from his wounds, he wouldn't lose them so easily. David ceases to think on the matter, he had to concentrate - Something had occurred and he hadn't the fainest about what could be outside, what could have caused the original panic... Two dead bodies would suffice as a valid excuse, both within sufficient proximity of the campfire for their injuries to show, their blood glinting from the light and into David's vision. The closest had a split head, her body stiff on the camp floor that was dusted and trodden, without tall grass to cover her or her companion. "Justin, what the - the fuck happened?" he mutters, unsure if his friend could hear him. David slowed to a halt on safe ground, away from the heat of the now-collapsing building. His breath now ragged and irregular from the mixture of adrenaline, shock and even from the pain of his wounds. His chest shutters with every inhale he takes, rising and pausing then rising some more before he exhales in the same fashion. He grips his left wound in his right hand - acting as a clamp and squeezing the skin together. David felt stiff in his legs, as though if he moved slightly he would fall and be unable to stand back up - his head spinning in several directions didn't help. Justin seemed to be mumbling, it was to another when David bothered to turn to face them - pulling his gaze from the killings. He was with a girl, her hand up and his open in the form of an embrace before he stepped backwards. "We gotta get to the boathouse, spread the word, because the bridge is down..." Just then Justin ran into her, tackling his friend into the ground as an axe appeared where her head was, a slice followed and filled the surrounding air. There, out of nowhere, stood a monster. This one was different from the Nurse, this one had the same orange eyes yet this time it was a man, tall and grey-skinned. The humanoid's arms and chest coated in visible, black veins that only separated him from humanity further. [color=057fbc]"Fuck, Fuck!"[/color] David screamed out, startled and fearful from the appearance, unintentionally blurting more cuss-words through his clenched jaw and lips. "Just take them to the boathouse!" Justin screamed, it took David a second to realise he was talking to him and it took him a further few seconds to actually respond - those wasted seconds he stood their, unresponsive and staring at the monster. Stumbling backwards he grabs a hold of the drunk, lifting him over his healthy solder into a fireman's carry. David didn't need to be told again, beating a nurse in self-defence was one thing but this... this was different. David began running to the boathouse. [hr] [center][code]The Campsite - Boathouse Outskirts[/code][/center] [hr] It felt as though he had been running for half an hour, adrenaline gifted David his only remaining strength. Not once had he looked back not slowed, the boathouse was in sight and he wasn't about to stop, not until he reached it, till he was safe. Although how could he be sure that he would be safe, he didn't even know if he was being chased. Something that could appear out of nowhere could definitely catch him in a split-second! David was reaching the outskirts of the gathering, soon to actually reach them. He slowed to a jog, granting him a rest of sorts and the ability to look back -he dared to and what he saw wasn't appealing. In the distance were three bodies running forwards, two were human and most probably Justin and his pal... the other was large and although he was far away there were recognisable orange glows - his eyes. Swearing again, David picked up his pace, running full sprint towards the gathers by the boathouse. The drunk swayed in David's weakening grip, his leaking blood still flowing from his free shoulder. [color=057fbc][i]"Hey! HEY!"[/i][/color] he screams, raising his free arm to wave, hoping someone would hear or see him.