Hannibal (i_consume) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2008-11-01 21:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | hannibal lecter, zombies |
Bad (Narrative)
Hannibal returned to his office after the emergency was over. Simon was not in tow, having had to go handle something else. He'd expected to find a nurse standing outside the door, which he did not. Already Hannibal had a feeling something bad had happened. Just from the door he could smell blood, and the monkey's agitation.
The scene was much worse when he went through the door.
He could see the blood on the monkey's face, he could see the two empty syringes on the floor. Spent of their contents. The smell of unwashed junkie flesh hung on the air, mixed in with everything else. Hannibal closed his eyes and inhaled. Got as much as he could from it. Trying to form some kind of mental picture.
He could only imagine that somebody off the street had gotten in here, mistaken what was in the business end of the needles, and injected themselves. Then, for whatever absolutely asinine reason, they'd tried to pet the monkey. The monkey had clearly bitten them.
And who knew what had happened then.
Whatever it was, somebody wandering around with the contents of the experiment running through their bloodstream, complete with a bite from the most diseased, cursed, monkey on the face of any universe, couldn't be good.
Not good at all.
Hannibal spied the box that held the cure. He grabbed it up and hid it in a locked cabinet. Then he was off to find Simon. He had to tell the other doctor about this. Even if they couldn't do anything just yet, Simon had to be ready. There was no telling.