William
ᵂⁱᵗⁿᵉˢˢⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵂʳᵃᵗʰ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᴳᵒᵈ
Brian
Entering into his tenth hour of a twelve hour shift, Sasha found himself drooping. He stood in the breakroom hovering over the coffee machine as he waited for his mug to fill up with the one thing that was going to help him get through the last two hours. It was a slow evening - something he was simultaneously thankful for and rebelling against. Thankful because he didn't want anyone to be hurt and need his help, but silently wishing for *Something* To do to avoid paperwork. 

If he sat down at his desk, he was at risk of bruising his face from passing out on it. 

The coffee was barely done brewing before Sasha was dumping a mix of chocolate creamer and sugar into the mug and swirling it around. A test sip burned his tongue, and he dumped another shot inside to cool it off. He cradled it in both hands as he walked down the hall to his office and took a seat at his desk. Two more hours. As much as he loved helping people, he was eager to get home to his bed. Warm sheets and trash TV to put him to sleep was calling his name.

A distant scream muffled through thick walls and storm windows made Sasha perk up, his brow furrowing as his mind tried to comprehend if it was real or not. An unnatural darkness seeped through the window, filling his office with shadows usually reserved for later hours. He set his coffee down and rushed to the window to look out, eyes widening as he watched the sky become veiled in black.

Then there were more screams.

Street lights popped on one by one, each one unveiling a new mystery. Under one light, Sasha saw people taking off at full sprint, running from some unseen enemy hidden in the shadows. And then another light popped on revealing more people, though they moved slower, and less coordinated. From his vantage point one story up, he couldn't discern that some were undead, and his confusion mounted on top of his fears. 

That's when screams came from within the hospital. 

He felt his heart jump as he turned toward his door which was wide open and inviting. More screams. Closer, louder, more frantic. Sasha ran to the door and stepped out, nearly colliding with a stampede of nurses, doctors, and abled-bodied patients as they raced down the hall. Behind them, something unfathomable was giving chase, pouncing on those too slow or two weak to avoid them. 

The undead. Some dressed in their Sunday best, some wearing the gowns they recently died in, and some naked as the day they were born, wearing only body tags in their ears like jewelry. Fresh from the morgue or out from under sheets that had just covered their flatlining bodies.

Fear filled Sasha to the brim and weighted him down. His feet were firmly planted as his thoughts slowed to a crawl. Chaos surrounded him, but there were people who needed *Help.* Helpless patients trapped in their rooms with no line of defense. Sasha already saw one undead woman slip into a room where a scream had drawn her in, and Sasha immediately broke into a run to go after her. 

The undead woman was just about to pounce on the helpless little girl in bed - trapped by two broken legs wrapped in heavy casts - but Sasha reached her first and grabbed her by the shoulders to shove her backwards. His godly strength slammed her into the bedside table and knocked her down, but he wasn't worried about harming someone who was already dead; he was worried about the patient in bed. 

"I got you!" He said as he circled around the bed to pick the girl up bridal-style. She was a tiny thing, and he lifted her with ease and rushed toward the door. "Just hold onto me!" 

Exiting the room, he turned just in time to see the sheer amount of undead swarming the hospital. They spread out into different hallways, banged on closed doors where they head noise inside, and charged at anything living that moved. When they spotted Sasha, ten of them immediately rushed at him. His eyes widened as he turned to run in the opposite direction, feeling the girl's arms tighten around him when she saw their pursuers.

The elevator and stairs were at the end of the hall around the corner, and Sasha knew that it was his only chance to get the girl to safety. "We're almost there, don't worry!" He said it as he took the corner fast, but sped to a stop when he nearly collided with another group of undead spilling in from the stairwell. Sasha clicked the down button on the elevator over and over again, praying to the gods - whichever one was listening - that the doors would open up quickly. 

He was strong, but he wasn't worried about himself. And he was slowly getting surrounded.
John
Tonight was supposed to be a fun night for him! Now, it had all gone to shit. Who would've thought? Not Orion, or else he would have been four drinks in at some hole-in-the-wall bar he wasn't banned from. 

The sound of explosions, bullets raining, and people screaming filled the air within the Gala. Pieces of the structure came falling down, crushing the mortals that got caught in the mess if they hadn't been done in by the assailants first. The "Young" Oracle nearly lost his head himself, just narrowly avoiding the masked man with the axe that was a less hotter version of Jason Voorhees. He found safety behind a pillar, his only company being a deceased man and he snagged his flask to drink away the stress. 

Gods, demigods, and mortals alike were fighting against the idiotic killers and Orion was more than content to let them handle it. He could sit here, drink it out, and leave when the situation died down. And when it finally had, those who survived left the building, running and screaming. He didn't hesitate to join them - a place with Gods around, all together? That only meant trouble and he wasn't so stupid as to stick around and witness the full aftermath of the attack, especially with that powerful God who simply stood and watched it all go down leaving him with a gut feeling that nothing good would come out of it. 

As he took quick steps down the stairs that led to where the party was held, he walked into the crowd of curious and confused onlookers who heard the commotion from the outside. The sounds of sirens filled the air as first responders all made their way toward the Abyssal Assembly. The mortal brought the flask to his lips as he walked away from the scene. Those poor schmucks, they had no idea the massacre they were about to walk into. 
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Then, he felt something course through him, a sudden chill that took over his body and forced him to stop in his tracks. His heartbeat was irregular, his hands clammy, and his body heavy. He knew this feeling all too well, though it had never come to him when he was out like this. It was only ever felt within his dreams when a vision was going to occur, specifically with the dark ones. He felt the world around him blur out for a moment, the chatter of the onlookers quieting into a muffle while one pristine screech cut through the night. He didn't know if it was reality or if it was a vision, though it was made clear when he saw the flashes go through his mind. Monsters of the night attacking innocents, the hospital, Sasha frantically working to help. They went quickly in succession of one another, never showing a full clear scene but snippets of what was to come. 

The heavy feeling disappeared but the chill remained. He looked down to see his hands shaking, in which he forced them into a fists to try and get them to stop. "Alright, Orion. It's fine. It's fine, nothing is going to happen." His attempt at soothing himself was futile as he walked. He took steady breaths to try and calm his heart but it wasn't working. Just as he was about to bring the flask to his lips, he heard that same shriek in the vision. *No*, that was much too soon. Usually, it took weeks, months, or even years for visions to become a reality. It had never taken minutes. 

The dread returned, and instead of being a weight keeping his feet on the ground, it instead settled as anxiety in the pit of his stomach as his body started moving, first into a fast walk then quickly into a run. "Run- ALL OF YOU, **RUN**!" He shouted in warning, though he looked like a maniac to them. "GO, now, save yourselves!" He felt like the boy who cried wolf, those around him being the villagers who were calling his bluff. Darkness erupted faster than his legs could carry him, the street light bulbs exploding while th

E building lights completely disappeared into nothingness. 
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The shriek felt like it echoed endlessly as if the darkness was carrying the sound itself as it went and took over everything in its path. Within its wake, monsters emerged, grabbing the innocent civilians before they could even comprehend what was going on. The chilling sound of the screech was replaced by the screams of mortals trying to survive. He went from one massacre right into another. Was this shit luck? Had to be. Yet, he continued to run, his limbs hitting objects, and people, and eventually, even he couldn't evade the monsters that were indiscriminately attacking. He fought off, losing his jacket in the process and his arms covered in scratches from their nails. He had lost the flask along the way, using it as a weapon and throwing it into the face of the zombie-like creature to fend it off before he bolted. 

He may not have any fight in him, but damn was the man fast when it came down to it. He didn't even process the direction he was running in until he spotted a familiar building, one he knew all too well and visited frequently. The hospital. **Sasha**. He pushed himself through the doors, immediately shutting it behind him as his pants took over, his body pressed against the doors. He looked at the inside, seeing the zombie-like creatures already inside. The lights of the hospitals flickered, most out while some illuminated the halls just enough to see silhouettes. 

"Oh— Oh no, no no no-" He muttered to himself quietly in fear. Bodies of visitors, workers, and patients were seen as he passed, the ominous sounds of *"Uhhhhggghhh"* From the creatures being heard from every corner. He felt sick to his stomach, using those who had already been attacked as distractions away from himself but they were dead, *He was living*, and he needed to find his friend. He saw a fire hydrant lying on the ground next to a medical cart and picked it up. There were no weapons around unless you counted syringes and those weren't going to do jack-shit against the creatu

Res. This was his best bet. 
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How he made it to the third floor, he didn't even know himself. All he knew was that he was wired and he had seen enough in his vision to let instinct take over. When the halls became familiar, as if he had been there before, he knew he was close. It didn't take long until he saw the demigod, carrying a patient and taking a sharp turn around the corner and into the hall Orion was in but at the elevators. "Oh thank god!" He exclaimed, relief as he ran towards him. "You're still here! I knew you wouldn't get done in by these things! I saw it in my vision—" He didn't finish his sentence, and instead, his eyes widened as he saw the creatures following soon after. 

He quickly stopped in his tracks, "Shit... Shit, *Shit*, ***Shit***! You brought them with you?!" His relief quickly turned into panic, his eyes moving from the monsters to look at the elevator descending to them by floors displayed at the top of the doors. *6....5....4....* He could hear the girl scream as they came closer and Orion wanted to follow suit. "What the hell are those things?!" Sasha always had the answers but despite asking his hasty question, he knew this was one of the few occurrences where they were both in the same boat.
Marguerite
It didn't matter how many times Sasha pressed the button for the elevator; it didn't move any faster. He kept glancing up at the numbers above the door, watching them tick down slowly. Behind him, the zombies inched closer, lumbering toward him and the little girl with purposeful steps. Fear began to seep through his skin, spill from his eyes. He didn't want to show it in front of the little girl, but he could no longer hold it back. 

"Close your eyes, honey," He whispered, tears falling down his cheeks as he tucked the girl's head against his shoulder so she couldn't see what was coming. 

That's when he heard the most beautiful voice call out to him, and he turned to see Orion come running up to him looking as relieved as he suddenly felt. For a moment, he was speechless, just staring at his close friend with a tearful smile on his face. Then Orion's words registered in his mind and he shook his head to snap himself out of the shock. 

"I— no, they just kind of followed! I don't exactly control the mob, Orion!" He would have rolled his eyes if the situation didn't seem so dire. "They look like zombies to me, but I could be wrong!" 

The panicked look in his friend's eyes and the little girl's scream only heightened his stress. Gritting his teeth, his eyes shifted back and forth as he formed a plan despite the pressure of the situation. 

"Here, take her!" He shouted over the moans and groans from the zombies behind him. He peeled the girl off of him to hand her over to Orion before stepping between them and the zombies. "I'll hold them off!"

It was time to put his demigod strength to good use. Sasha was not an experienced fighter - he wasn't even a fighter, actually - but he knew where he could throw fists to inflict damage, and he had a lot more durability than Orion and the little girl in their care. When the first zombie got within arm's reach, Sasha kicked it in the gut, sending it to the ground. That hit alone boosted his confidence and he immediately jumped into the fray to fight off any zombie that got too close. 

He heard the *Ding* Of the elevator as it finally reached their floor and the doors opened up, so he started backing toward it as he fought off a few more zombies, keeping them back.