Angela snatchd the pistol in mid air as it ssiled towards her. The sight of those monsters made her sick, but the spike of adrenaline made the feeling of nausea quickly fade into the background. This hospital, once a place of healing, was now a battlefield. At night, she realized quickly as the lights went out and darkness descended.<br/>For a long moment she was blind and shuffled backwards against a pillar, readying the handgun Tyson had thrown to her as her eyes adjusted. Pain-filled screams were all around her- the wild shrieks of the mutants, and the whimpering sounds of the doctors and nurses that had already been atacked. It was like some demented, hellish choir.<br/>Her eyes finally adjusted and she squeezed off a shot that narrowly missed Tyson and instead went straight through a mutant that had been about to leap onto the werewolf. She would probably freak out about that fact later, when it wouldn't kill anyone. She dropped to one knee and shot a doctor who was being devoured. The sound of his screams died, only to be replaced by five more.<br/>They were going to be overrun soon- they had to either get out of here or call for reinforcements. A sudden sight made her gasp.<br/>"Markus, Behind you!" she yelled, sending a round slamming into the thing's chest.