Joined: 18 Jul 2013
Oh ... pas. Pourquoi suis-je encore ici? Castiel ruffled his dark,
jet black hair and let his arms rest to the side as he glanced around the halls of the
asylum, a keychain flashlight shaking and half shining his way down the mess they call a
building. He had just come from the ward, grossed out and shivering from blood stains to
cold lifeless bodies ripped apart. It was a nurse, female with pale skin and gouged out
eyes and fingernail marks under her eyes and cheekbones. She had light brunette hair that
burned out and became grey, wearing her usual white and red hospital outfit that was
nearly torn to threads and fretted.
Castiel glanced around, short and quiet footsteps that still echoed no matter how certain
and easily taken his steps were. No matter what, there was a chance he'd be caught. One of
his slim hands gripped the cross necklace around his neck, closing his eyes and taking
quicker steps, mouth shivering and light blue and purple from the freezing temperature. Or
it was just his imagination. Cher Seigneur et notre Père céleste, merci de me faire
sortir d'ici en toute sécurité. Vivant .. He glanced around, hands trembling and
head aching, his heart right about to pound out of his bare chest. Que faire si je ne
suis pas seul? Y at-il des survivants? Je pourrais être le seul ... C'est bon et mauvais.
Mais, there was a small ruckus sound coming from a patient's room, and first he knew
it was empty and maybe something fell, but in his heart he had his doubts. There was a
groan, moaning sound coming from the room and Castiel dropped his keychain light
immediately, head dizzy and spinning.
The image looked scratched out, the elder man was coming from his room. One arm, the other
was cut off of sort while his lips were dark blue and lagging a bit while his eyes were
rolled over. He wore a straight jacket that kept him slow, but he was surely quick,
staggering on his feet as his broken nose still got the scent of Cass. He rolled over on
his feet but continued after Castiel, just as he gripped his cross so tight and backed up
to a corner of the wall in fright, staring and shaking as the figure moved toward him.
C'est la fin, non, pas maintenant. Comme une vierge? Seigneur, pourquoi moi?
Castiel felt his chest rise and fall so quickly to his beating heart, the infected moving
toward him and stumbling to the point where as it got close to Cass, it stumbled forward
on top of him, but being held back by Castiel who was using his best strength to keep him
off. Blood from the lips of the man fell onto his jacket and oozed all over till it
dripped and formed a small spot on the pavement ground of the building where cracks
formed. Castiel glanced down and up at the man, tears in his eyes that froze up
immediately while his face went flushed. S'il vous plaît, s'il vous plaît, monsieur.
Epargnez-moi. With his arms, he pushed forward on the man and watched him fly back a
few feet away landing on its back as its cracking bones were heard, Castiel peeking
through his closed eyes. In frantic moves, he turned and went down the opposite hall to