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“Do you think we'll make it on time?” A voice asked from what seemed miles away, but when he looked he person was sat right beside him.

“Make it to what?” He was confused and his vision seemed distorted. The person beside him sighed, reaching up to face palm.

“To the -----!” The person exclaimed, anger seeping from their words. He frowned looking away from the person.

“To the wha-” His question stopped, a car screeched and he felt pain, so much pain. The person beside him yelled out, their voice distorted and deep.

He snapped open his eyes and sat up with a gasp. A bright light hit him in the face as he gasped for breath after breath. After a long time her pried his eyes open only to close them soon after. The bright light hurt, but he couldn't keep his eyes closed forever.

With a count to three he snapped open his eyes and forced them open. His vision blurry at first before focusing to the scenery around him. He sat confused as he found himself in a hospital room.

“Where—?” He cut himself off. He then realized he had no idea who he was. He felt himself start losing breath, he shot himself out of bed. But fell to the floor with a thump, he was weak too weak. He sat on the floor confused and dazed.

“He-lp!” His throat ached and cried for water. He needed help, but he couldn't call for any. He looked around the room his eyes landing on a bathroom. He gripped the bed going to stand, only to fall once more.

He grit his teeth and decided on crawling to the bathroom. The floor was cold and forced his teeth to chatter, and his bones to ache more than before. He smiled upon seeing the sink, he gripped the edges of the sink and hoisted himself up. He forced his legs to stand still as he turned on the faucet. Cold water came gushing out and he felt himself smile at the touch of the clear liquid.

“Yes” he smiled cupping water into his hands and drinking. The water slid smoothly down his aching throat and provided him the ability to speak just a bit clearer. He looked around the bathroom finding a small shower in the corner of the bathroom. He looked down at himself, before coming to the conclusion that a quick shower wouldn't hurt.

He was wrong.

Once the cold water hit his bare skin he found himself recoiling in fright. The water so cold and filled with horrific nostalgia reduced him to a shivering mess on the shower floor. Eventually the water heated up helping him out of his distressed state. He stared at himself in the water.

“Why-why am I scared?” He asked himself. He slowly pulled himself up and began scrubbing himself down. Once done he stepped out of the shower and dried himself off, the cold breeze caused him to look around the room he awoke in for clothes.

He reached out to a cabinet in the corner of the room and pulled it open. Inside was a pair of socks, underwear, a whole outfit, and sneakers. He pulled on the clothing before stopping at the sight of the jacket. Purple patches poorly sown onto it made his head hurt, it was as if his mind was trying to recall something, but couldn't. He huffed the jacket close before throwing it on. It was warm and brought a sense of safety to him.

He looked back into the cabinet catching sight of a black messenger bag. He pulled out the bag and inspected the symbols on the side. A sheild, heart, brain, and storm cloud were drawn on the side of the black bag. He traced the symbols with a sense of familiarity. He felt tears well up in his eyes, but before they fell he blinked them away. He set the bag down on the bed and opened it.

Inside the bag was a phone, headphones, a wallet, and a make up bag. He stared at the items with confusion before coming to the conclusion that they were his. He reached into the bag and took out the make up bag. He unzipped the bad rifiled threw it coming out with a pocket mirror. He looked into the mirror grimacing at his pale flesh.

“Now I know why I wear make up...geez.” He said to himself before reaching back into the make up bag. He pulled out eyeliner and had the great urge to do some sort of make up. Problem was he didn't know how, he bit his lip in doubt. Then, with no idea what he was doing, he began doing his make up, which in the end wasn't all that bad. He came out with Smokey eyes that gave his skin a bit more of a darker tone.

He packed away his make up and moved it back into the messenger bag. He reached into the bag taking out, what he assumed was, his wallet. He opened it finding his drivers liscence. He looked more lively and had a small smirk on his features. He looked next to the picture finding his information.

“Virgil Sands...my name is Virgil. I'm twenty-six. Five foot and three inches. I'm a citizen in the U.S.” Virgil felt a sense of relief soar through him as he tucked his wallet back into his bag. Virgil reached back into the bag retrieving his cellphone.

He pressed the power on button and watched as the phone flickered to life. The battery life was at ten percent once he fully unlocked it. A notification forced the phone to bing. Virgil tapped the voicemail and pulled the phone to his ear.

“One new message.” The robotic voice said then a beep followed.

“Virgil! It's Patton! Love I know your in a coma-” a yell was heard interrupting Patton. “Something bad happened! Something very very bad! We-we had to go! I hope you'll be okay!”

“PATTON COME ON!” Another familiar voice interrupted Patton and his familiar sweet voice.

“I'm coming Roman!” He yelled back, panic rising in his voice.

“Virgil! We love you! Please be okay! We will wait for you at-LOGAN! NO!” Virgil for this voice erupt from within him.

“WHAT HAPPENED PATTON?” He screamed into the phone, but a beep cut off the message. Forcing Virgil back into reality. Virgil felt tears flow from his eyes and land onto the glossy floor below. His arms shook with fear, sadness, anger, and something else he couldn't pinpoint.

Virgil went to dial he number when he phone died. Virgil screamed throwing the phone against the wall. He fell to his knees grasping at his head as if it were a lifeline. He felt his heart beat erratic and his hands dig themselves into his head. He wanted to cry, to yell and to hug this man he knew nothing about, except his name. Virgil wiped at his face and stood only to fall back down at a bang.

Virgil looked towards the door across from him. Bang after bang erupted from behind it. A groan and yell followed soon after. Virgil gasped his fight or flight instincts kicking in. First was flight, he looked around the room for any other exit. He ran towards the window only finding that it was a fall that could surely kill him. The only other instinct was fight. So with speed, Virgil scanned his room for any weapon he could find. But the problem was that this was a hospital room meaning there was nothing but safety.

A particular loud bang interrupted his momentary panic. A crimson hand bursted through the door and Virgil felt all panic increase. He scanned the room once more before his eyes landed on his messenger bag. He looked through the bag's pockets coming upon trash after trash. Another groan made him flinch in distress. There was nothing in his bag.

Looking back at the door, he could see it almost giving way. Virgil grabbed his messenger bag and backed up as far as he could. His back meeting the cold glass of the window. Virgil bit his lip, he barley woke up and he was going to die. His mind thought of escape after escape, but none seemed trustworthy. Then an idea.

Virgil turned around and unlocked the window. He pushed it open sticking his head out. There below him was another open window. He felt his breath hitch at what he was about to do. Virgil felt tears escape as he swung his legs out of the window and sat on the sill.

A loud bang forced Virgil to turn around and look. Two humans? No they couldn't be humans, they were more like monsters. And they were coming at him fast. Virgil looked down and jumped down. Reaching out he caught himself on the open window. He blinked back tears as he heard the glass creak and crack underneath his weight. Virgil swung himself onto the window sill and pulled himself into the room.

He landed with a thump in the room. His muscles aches and his heart thumped out blood at concerning speeds. Virgil laid on the floor panting for air, he ran a hand through his hair trying to calm himself. He was alive, but who knows for how much longer.

Virgil sat up examining the room he was in. It wasn't a normal resident room, but a room with medical equipment. Virgil stood up with a purpose as he began examining the shelves. He felt as if he would need this stuff, so Virgil took what he thought he would need before making his way to the door. He felt his heart beat pick up.

Virgil hesitated, “Where am I even going?” He stared at the metallic doorknob, his thoughts running rampant. “Patton...Logan...Roman...” he whispered.

He didn't know who they where, but he felt the need to find them. To help them and make sure they were safe. Virgil gripped the doorknob and gently opened the door. He checked both sides of the hall before quietly walking out, and began his journey of finding his way out of the hospital.