[center][img]https://image.ibb.co/nhDG3y/name.png[/img][/center][hr][right][color=aaaaaa][i][b]Friday, 25th September, 1998[/b][/i][/color]
[color=aaaaaa]Raccoon General Hospital[/color][/right][hr]
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Connor watched on as the Doctor spoke out across the reception area, each and every person paying complete attention. He understood the situation, everyone desperate to see their loved ones attended too. If he'd been there with one of his kids he'd have been fighting people to get to the front of the queue. Fortunately Hicks was an adult and his bite was only on the arm, albeit fair deep. Then with cracking thud the door near the doctor flung open impacting heavily on the wall. From the doorway stumbled a man in scrubs coated in a thick coating of what appeared to be his own blood. [color=6ecff6]"I'll be back in a second Hicks."[/color] The injured cop responded with a weakend grunt of acknowledgement.

Crossing the reception Connor lost sight of the doctor behind the counter as the weight of her colleague dragged her towards the floor. Then the slow opening of the nearby double doors grabbed his attention. A woman emerged almost stumbling from the doorway, her neck was torn out and she shared the same glazed over look Connor had seen with Rico. The severely injured woman turned towards the counter and began to shuffle towards the doctor. [color=6ecff6]"Shit."[/color]

As Connor broke into a sprint screams filled the reception area with people realising that something was wrong. With each step the noise seemed to ramp up to the point Connor couldn't hear himself think. Lifting himself off the floor Connor launched a kick towards the woman as she closed in on the doctor. The woman dropped to the floor hitting it hard enough for Connor to hear the thud. Within moments of hitting it the woman began crawling towards the doctor, blood filled saliva dripping from her gaping maw of a mouth. Kneeling down next to the woman the detective took a handful of her hair and pulled it back, giving her eyes the once over. His free hand touched her neck, the ice cold temperature of her skin sending shivers down Connors spine. No matter how much he tried he was unable to find a pulse on the undamged side of her neck. [color=6ecff6]"What in Christ's name?!"[/color] 

Then with an almighty tug the woman craned her head back towards Connor lunging forward at him. There was a horrific sounding tear as the hair seperated from the head of the woman. Her hands gripped on the detectives shoulders and pushed him backwards onto his backside. She began to crawl up his body as he scrambled to get back to his feet. Looking down at the woman was one of the scariest things he had ever experienced. Her pale, white eyes and bloodstained face slowly moving closer to his his was like something from a horror movie. Unable to break her grip he began to unload a barrage of stiff hooks to the side of her head, eventually delivering enough that it appeared to momentarilly stun her. Reaching down to his holster Connor pulled out his pistol and thrust it firmly into the mouth of the woman. With two pulls of the trigger the reception became completely silent.

Connor took a deep breath before pushing the dead weight off of his legs. He rose to his feet to look down at the now motionless woman. Horror was written across his face for everyone to see. As the seconds ticked by Connor focussed and turned to look out across reception, ensuring to show an expression of confidence rather than one of fear.

[color=6ecff6]"My name is Sergeant Connor Sullivan with the RPD. There appears to some sort of drug induced mass hysteria driving people to acts of violence throughout the city."[/color] Connor didn't even know if what he was saying was true, that woman was dead. Stone cold dead and he knew that. What could he say to everyone? That the woman was some sort of zombie? He needed to keep everyone grounded in some semblance of reality. [color=6ecff6]"I need you all to remain vigilant and report anything suspicious to me while we are here. Thank you."[/color] There were whispers and mumbling across the room but Connor was more determined to check on the doctor. Her colleagues body was still resting on her as he approached.

[color=6ecff6]"My names Connor but most people call me Sully."[/color] The casual approach was something he often employed when people lost someone they were close to or atleast knew. He didn't know if it made things even remotely easier but he had to try something. [color=6ecff6]"Let me help you with him."[/color] With that Connor leant down towards the dead man to help the doctor lay him down flat on the floor.