Sooo... You know those stories, where the gods or someone choose the hero, give some overpovered main character skill to use it against the evil and save the world? Well I read those, others as well, but for me it was like how should I put this... I tell it relatively short.
We were about to go from hospital to hospital, I got bound to the bed and pushed down by 2 good mooded smiling man, they assured me with their attitude, that it is ok, no problems can even occur.
The car went fast as it could, they put me out fastly, I could not look because of the straps on me, but the hospital looked legit. I nearly slept, when I concluded the hospital is legit, doctors and crew too, but I heard, that 2 floors down...
THIS IS HOW HORROR MOVIES START!!! Down are the morgue and shady things I do not even want to think about.
My eyes were open, I could not speak or ask, since I was numb, but I had a grasp what is going on left.
I literally saw a dead body moving still because of reflexes, half head down, something like a crown in the head. IN
I got to my room and slept from the good dose of xanax and rivotril cocktail.
The moment I woke up 3 docs with masks were looking down on me, it was fairly dark, what is unusual to a hospital(The more the light, the more they see, the better for the patient.). They looked really like they do not even know who I am.
-Doctor 1: Who are you? We have no patients for the day, have we guys?
They nodded
-Doctor 2: Check him up, if he is ok, then start the procedure.
-Me: What procedure if may I ask?
They looked down on me. Conclusion: Not a single person understood what is happening to who.
Then I got my salvation, I was scared to death, my luck is that I had a catheter or things would became messy.
Gunshots, scratches, radio sounds.
There were SOF(SOF IS special operation forces, the guys with loud things banging with a better salary, than a regular soldier in exchange of they can not browse shady porn pages.) soldiers in strange suits down coming. I mean easy job, it is not like doctors would wear small arms or anything.
There were not many shots, but it could not be even a question, that against these guys, no people are even an enemy. 1 room, 2 guys looking in, 2 shot, 1 to heart 1 to eye... They did not came to drink lukewarm tea with toddlers...
An SOF soldier in a strange orange-yellowish mask looked at me, ran here and asked surprisingly silently: Are you the one?
I said:I... Yes...
-SOF soldier 1:He is the only one here, come, job is done, get out as fast as we can from this butcher house.
-SOF soldier 2: Does the name check?
-SOF soldier 1: Not even the nationality, but there is no other single soul in this god forsaken place.
-SOF soldier 2: I will get killed by the uppers, but if he is here and the other 30 room is just looking like an abandoned butchery, get him, salvation is on the way stranger!
-SOF soldier 1: Yessir!
NOTE1: When you have the feeling, that you are not the one, you are not doing a mistake.
NOTE2: SOF soldiers actually very quiet during operations, shouting and yelling just make the enemy point them out.