[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5024233] Marcus’s[/url] fled in terror as the being came after him relentlessly. He didn’t care about the cots and hunters on them. The Being had only Marcus in its aims. Everything else was obstacles and barely inconveniences at that. Marcus pushed one cot after another against it as he fled, but “the Echo” always chose the path over them, fell them on it’s way and the comatose, screaming patients had no effect on the Being. It walked relentlessly towards Marcus, who couldn’t properly get to his cane.

Marcus lost precious time with each push. He could sprint to next cot and push it to the being, but it did not stop its movements. Soon there were two cots between them. And Marcus paused for a second to look at the impending doom in front of him: Eyes red as the blood moon had once been, inhuman being walking towards him as death incarnate. A Cot in front of him fell on the floor; then there was only one sleeping resident between Marcus and the being. Horror felt Marcus. He gripped the cot and with strength still unnatural to him, he pushed the cot against the being hard. Cot slammed like it had hit an impenetrable wall and fell down, but the patient flew against the being. Perhaps a nightmare had made it grab the being’s head or the limp body had flown on it’s shoulders, but the effect was immident. Horrendous screams the being started to attack the sleeper.

Marcus watched the bloodbath for a second. Being took hold of the patient and threw it to the ground hard. Then the being was above the patient and attacked, slashed the stomach again and again. Whatever the patient was seeing in his nightmares, Marcus dared to make no quess whether it was more pleasant being among horrors of the dreams or awake with the dark terror clawing the guts out.

Marcus ran, now not stopping against any cots as the being was occupied. He made it back to the cane. And grabbed it. There was little time before carnage behind him would find it’s end and then he would be once again a target, so he had to help the Warrior against the Beast.

Expect this wasn’t the case. Another sleeper had woken up. And by sheer bravery, idiocity or something else entirely, he was holding the beast from behind. Beast’s eye had been pierced by assailants thumb and beast was roaring in pain and frustration. The warrior fell down on the floor hard as the beast in it’s struggling swept the feet under him with a swift kick. And then the man tried to make a kill. Arms underneath the chin, feet against the back, he pulled and pulled hard. The beast was going to lose it’s consciousness, but then started to move backwards against the wall. Such a slam could have made the man lose his grip and put it in danger.

So Marcus ran towards the beast. Marcus's bestial instincts had awoken and decided to leap in order to strike at the beast's head. But in the air the beast would have an opportunity to attack Marcus with its weapons.