Chapter 3: Something bad is about to happen to me

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(( Time skip to aproxilimitly 25 minutes before shit goes down in Hospital Zion ))

" Glad to see your okay Dr. Lin " Said a blonde male doctor who walked by as they entered a weird room that had a tinted glass wall showing the man handcuffed to a table that was bolted to the ground." Okay so apparently they- " A loud bang went off of the wall next to them as they peered through the tinted glass to see the man standing up and kicking his chair. 

" Ah he's at it again.. any status report? "

" Here's the status report we collected " A tall man standing in front on the glass said as he handed over a clipboard. || Name: Alfred William Sparrow  Age: 35  Known for: r@p3ing women and men, killing people without mercy, killed a few fellow doctors in Fremont mental hospital and Helped kill Senior Dr. Lin and Nurse Willow || 

" ........ "

" ?! " Maggie just stood there in silence at the mention of her fathers name.

" ......... " " He.. Helped kill my father-..... " At this point she was choking out words as she walked to the microphone and said " Did you help kill Senior Dr. Lin?! " She almost shouted at the man with spite and anger.

" Hahaha... That old hag and his stupid daughter.. " " Course I helped kill him, and eventually I plan to kill his daughter too " He spat out. It was enough to break a persons emotions enough that they would burst through the door and want to kill that man. But all she did was storm out of the room and head to the break room as fast as she could, she didn't care what people thought as they saw her storming off down the hall with Dr. Katz close behind her. 

" Dr. Lin! wait up- Maggie! " The redhead know as Dr. Katz said as she ran after her almost making the two trip as they enter the break room door together. Maggie imediently fell onto the couch and as soon as her head hit the pillow she was asleep.

She decided to let her rest up as she left a sleeping Maggie, she put out a small plate with an orange on it and a cup of water next to her sleeping body on the coffee table. She shifted her glasses up and simply left the room and went back to work. 

(( NOW THE SHIT GOES DOWN IN HISTORY AS THE HOPE ZION'S NIGHTSHIFT RUMBLE! ))

|| Screams became muffled and loud bangs could be heard, she heard a particular scream; one that reminded her of Sydney, wait it could be Sydney!; She hopped up and off the couch and opens the door, the metallic tasting smell in the air. It was everywhere, on the walls, the floor, heck even the ceiling! She had only one thought in mind and that was of; Sydney Katz, her beloved girlfriend and mentor. ||

|| Running through the blood stained hallways, filled with mixed and mangled limbs and bodies that were clearly dead. She searched and searched her the warm and comforting smile that she gave her, even in her most darkest times, it would lighten her up. ||

" My oh my! Looky here what I found~!" She could barely even register that there was a gun put against her abdomen until it had struck her. BANG! All she could feel was the pain in her right leg, she wanted to fall, to collapse but something wasn't letting. Not a something... It was a someone.

" Ah of you recognise this face Dr. M. Lin? " He cocked hid head to the side in glee; it was the man on the news.. Will Sparrow.

" HAHA! well oh! look what the Katz dragged in! " He said with glee and insanity as she saw a figure down the hall; dark orange hair, glasses ; She thought to herself. BANG! Another shot fired, not aimed at her, no no no no NO! She watched the figure get shot in the thigh and fall to their knees, the once happy redhead cried out in agony and pain.




|| A/n ||

Hey guys! sorry for such a sad start to the fanfic and all but I promise it will get happier and their will be spooning. Cus ya'll see the height advantage that Maggie has on Sydney and like Sydney is always like the one kissing first sometimes like WOW THEY GAY AND I NEED MOREEEEEE and yea if you understand then u understand \\

 



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