"I'm Sam. That there's Mr. White, and Mr. Pink." He said, pointing at the other two thugs ahead of him. "Why don't you tell him we rob banks for God's sake!? Pink exclaimed. "Hell, why don't you tell him our real names while your at it!" White turned around and slapped Pink upside the head. "Shuddup." He said, lighting up a cigarette. They walked the empty streets while sirens and screaming blared in the distance. "I don't like d'is." White said, stopping to look around. He was old for someone like him, his hair white with age and wrinkles around his eyes but he was a man in his late 50s and planned for this to be his last job. White placed his hands on his hips and stared down at the pavement. Suddenly he picked up a suitcase from off the floor and thre it through the nearest window in a fit of rage. "Dammit!!!" He screamed. "How the hell could this have happened!?" He yelled. Pink walked over to the police cruiser from which White had thrown the suitcase through. Static fuzzed over the radio from inside the car while the cop with his throat torn out held it in his palm. Pink reached inside and took hold of the shotgun from between the seats. He was careful about it though, as if not to wake the dead police officer. He inspected the weapon and counted the shells. Suddenly, the police officer's body came to life in a fit of rage, lashing out at Pink from inside the car. "AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! *BAM!* The cop's head was blown clean off where the body came to rest again in the seat. Smoke billowed from the end of Pink's shotgun. White and sam looked over in slight horror. Pink looked back at them. "DID YOU SEE THAT!?"
White looked back at Pink with frustration. "Enough! We have to keep moving or we're dead. You understand?" At the same time, blood continued to drip from White's forehead. He dabbed it with his hand. Sam finally spoke. "You need to get yourself cleaned up." Sam looked across the street to a big building with a hospital like symbol on it. "Maybe we can find something in there. Pink looked at him like he was stupid. "Are you nuts!? That's a crazy house you idiot! That ain't a hospital!" White took a drag from his cigarette. "Sam's right. I'm going blind as it is. C'mon it's worth a shot...and maybe Doctor Korin here can help me out." He said to Entaru. Pink was shaking his head and Sam was already on his way into the building.
Once inside, the crew of four looked around. The halls were quiet and it looked deserted. "Look for anything useful. We don't got all day." Pink scanned the place with his eyes. "This place gives me the creeps. There's probably crazies in here now!" Sam sighed. "Well maybe they can point you in the right direction then, Pink, you panzi." "Shuddup!" White yelled. "Doc, you come with me. Sam and Pink, you two split up and we'll meet back here in 5 minutes. If you aint here you're on your own." Pink nodded while Sam lit up a cigarette before turning away.
Sam picked his hallway of choice and made his way down it. It looked like a cell block. The big heavy doors from which he entered were unlocked and left open. He casually walked while he smoked. Every once in a while peering into the cells to see if there really were crazies in there. He kept on his way when he felt something crunch under his foot. He looked down to see a set of keys on the floor.