Lita, Rose, Mina, and Pete - PART THREE
Jackson had taken to having lunch with Rose, but knowing her type of work he wasn’t too put off when she had to cut it short and rush off to an emergency evaluation. Nonetheless, he had walked her to her floor, almost as if he were scared to leave her alone after..well, after everything. Leaving the blonde to her work he made leisurely stride to the elevators, which he missed two times due to a chatty nurse. He wasn’t complaining, he could use the friends, but a sudden scream cut through their conversation like piano wire to skin, making everything in his body go taut.
“Stay back,” was all he said before barreling down the hall, following the sound of the voice. It was a maze of halls, but it was closer to where he had left Rose than he’d like to think about--but that voice wasn’t hers. As shitty as it made him feel, he was thankful for that. “What’s wro--” The words took a plunge into silence as he took in what was infront of him. A dark haired woman and a man that he recognized as someone Rose talked about all the time. Pete? It didn’t matter, shit had hit the fan and Jackson had to think fast. Really fast.
Drawing his weapon the soft click of the safety sounded seemed to echo in his ear, reminding him of the PTSD that still kept him up at night. Breathe. His mantra’s were always in Rose’s voice, seeing as she was the only one who dealt with him when he was like that. Inhaling deeply he spoke. “Hey, over here.” Using his boot he hit a lunch cart, the annoying clang reaching the shuffler if his voice wasn’t so appealing.
It was obvious now that her mouth wasn’t stained with lipstick, it was dripping in blood now. Almost frothing, snarling. Letting go of the doctor she shambled towards him, the blood from her mouth leaving a trail in her wake. Throwing a pleading glance at the two on the floor he hoped they were able to move, to listen to him as he took a few precious moments to try to say “Go,” before focusing back on the woman. Unfortunately the undead woman was fresh and she moved fast, much faster than he had anticipated or dealt with since he’d been here.
“Get back,” He managed to grind the words out as the woman's weight slammed into his, gnashing her teeth. Planting his feet he pushed back but the sting of her nails in his arm caused him to instinctively yank his arm back, and unfortunately giving her the exactly momentum she needed to lunge her head, perfectly straight and crimson colored teeth sinking right into his forearm.