Haden wakes up, not remembering a thing. Who he was, who he knew, what he was, all gone. He gets off the bed and looks for some decent clothing. All that was available was a set of scrubs. He puts on the pants and rips off the sleeves.
"Much better." He wanders to the hallway hearing faint moaning. He had conflicting instincts. Investigate, or hide? Against his better judgement, he grabs a close by solid object which was a blood stained Police baton in a pool of blood. Haden walks toward the moaning, inching closer and closer until the creature is seen. Haden May not have known his own name, but he knew what death was. That creature, was definitely dead, but it seemed to boggle his mind that it was walking. How can anyone survive losing an arm, disembowelment, and a broken leg? Haden crept closer.
"H-hello?" The creature turned and started a slow charge. Haden tightens his grip as adrenaline starts to pump through his veins. He takes a mighty swing and smashes the creatures jaw, then rears for a follow up strike. The next blow was just as wildly-thrown as it smashes the walker's head. It falls to the ground and grey matter seeps out. Haden is overwhelmed by dehydration and loses his balance for a moment.
"I need some water." He walks further down the hallway at a water fountain. Th bends down and drinks more than an Irish fish. The Wolf-Fox finishes this drink and walks on. He can hear talking a bit down the hall. He pursues the cause of the uo until he sees two other patients
"Be quiet, That thing ain't alive... I think. I ran into one earlier. Do... Do any of you know me? I can't remember. Better question, what's going on?"
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