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[indent][color=darkgray][b]PENNSYLVANIA PLAZA // JAMES FARLEY POST OFFICE[/b][/color][/indent][indent][indent][indent][color=feadbe]"Right."[/color] Bates agreed and made his way out of the security room. He entered the ramp and kept on following the signs pointing in the direction of the field hospital. There were a few more dead police officers with bullet wounds similar to those in the security room. Then, he made his way to the entrance and read the sign above the door: 

[center][u] Field Hospital [/u]
[b]Critical Treatment[/b][/center]
Bates had to take a moment to mentally prepare himself for what he was about to see. It wasn't going to be pretty, but it was definitely going to be worst. He turned to his partner and advised, [color=feadbe]"No matter what we see, we keep moving. Even if there are people... still here. There's nothing we can't do for them for now."[/color]

[color=feadbe]"...Let's go."[/color] Bates moved forward and entered the arena, which was filled with rows of hospital beds. There were only a few mobile rooms built due to the size. And of course, there were still patients too injured and left for dead. He looked away for the bodies and kept on moving. It seemed like an eternity, but he made through the hospital. And a working elevator was waiting for them. Bates entered it and waited for his partner before pressing the button. Once the door closed and it started moving, Bates closed his eyes and took a deep breath. 

[color=feadbe]"What a fucking mess. I thought things were bad, but this... this is something else entirely—rogue police officers, a declining safe haven, and a makeshift hospital that's now just an abandoned morgue. Either command didn't know the full extent of the situation or... we were lied to and sent on this suicide mission."[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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