[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5024233]Marcus[/url] had multiple imaginations that had never filled his mind before. He imagined the sword piercing the beast, cuts slashing through one’s stomach, the blood that would flow from it’s wounds and all this filled Marcus with satisfaction like no other. He was excited to fight… His hand was already on the handle, but he felt disappointment as it couldn’t move anywhere. Locked, no matter how hard he gave force. 

Marcus had heard a faint [color=f7976a][b]“Hey!”[/b][/color] but never gave attention to him. A sudden grip hit his shoulder and it pulled Marcus backwards so hard that he fell on the floor. His grip from the handle, his balance had been bit off. Marcus’s sword flung away, under a clot. The man had a furious look on him. [color=f7976a][b]“Are you mad? One beast is still enough to kill all of us!” [/b][/color]

Marcus was completely confused now. He had felt invincible a moment ago. A thought of dying had not came to his mind in middle of his endless hunger for blood. The bloodlust creature that he was a second ago had taken a step back and left Marcus with feeling of unfamiliarity. His own body and mind felt alien to him, the feeling that he had not been in control of his body filled him with dread.

Marcus rose up from the floor. Shaken, visibly. [color=BDB76B][b]“Damned hell… That was...”[/b][/color] He said before his stomach reacted to the shock and Marcus felt ready to throw up. He had to focus hard to control himself. He took hold of the wall and the with other hand he covered his face, as trying to think hard. The other man had had no such impulses and was already on control of the situation.  [color=f7976a][b]"They wouldn’t leave all of us here without incense, help me find it so we can ward off whatever made that cry.” [/b][/color]

Marcus took a few deep breaths in and nodded man. [color=BDB76B][b]“Yes… That’s wise.”[/b][/color]. Of course incense would be safest bet in this situation. They had used some of it back in the gang times. Marcus walked to collect his sword, though he hesitated for a moment to get close to a crying patient now after the previous experience. For a second he could hear all the cries and wailing in the hall and a familiar dread, alien man in alien situation filled his mind. Marcus knew now that he, like the men on clots, were both locked up in their nightmares. 

[color=BDB76B][b]“The door was locked, I tried the handle. And I couldn’t see a keyhole. We’re locked up in here until we get out.”[/b][/color]  Marcus said to the man, as he knelt and grabbed the sword. [color=BDB76B][b]“That is, if there is anyone to open that door after the hunt is over.”[/b][/color] He said and started to go towards medical table. He tried to find incense and alcohol. Latter was for molotov's. Just in case.