[Jacob]

*Setting: He stepped out of the lift cautiously, looking around for signs of life. The corridors were abandoned. However there was distant shouting from outside and thus motivated the Orkhid to make his way to the exterior of the building. His bare feet slapped against the marble flooring, leaving sweaty-footprints on the surface for a couple of seconds. Gradually he approached the ward were he was being looked after before he was labled insane. He came to a stop before entering and looked through one of the round windows that was situated on the door. Inside were around 12 suited-up Orkhid Soldiers all helping the patients of that ward to get to their feet. It seemed as if they were all in a rush for some perculiar reason. Two Doctors entered the ward from the fire-exit to the side and looked around at the patients being helped. One of them pointed at a patient and shook his head. Two of the nearest Soldiers nodded, turned to it and cocked their guns. They then unloaded them upon the screaming patient. Black blood spattered the white sheets, curtains and apparatus that surrounded him. It seemed as if they were only taking the Orkhids that had a chance of recovering or surviving the journey. Another explosion from outside ruptured through the air, shaking the building and causing dust to drift down from the ceiling as cracks began to form. Lights swung fiercly from side to side and standing Orkhids struggled to stay on their feet...*

Doctor: "HURRY UP!! WE NEED TO THEM OUT OF HERE NOW!!"

The Doctor directed this at the Soldiers who blatantly ignored him and got on with their job, quickly hurrying the Orkhids, who they could use in the battle field, to the door. Running out of the fire-exit the Doctor jogged across the large garden which was cordoned off with a 11ft electric fence, topped with barbed wire. He trampled on flowers and garden ornaments as he waved to one of the five black Transport vehicles.

Doctor: "How many have we got??"

Soldiers were filling the vehicles up with patients for transport to another Hospital. The driver of one of the vehicles picked up his radio and spoke into it.

Driver: "How many patients have we got in total? Over."

Static reigned over the radio for a few seconds before the reply came in from the command centre who was currently keeping track of all patients who were being transported.

Reply: "We currently have 8 at HQ and 39 coming over. Over."

Leaning out of the window the driver then relayed this infomation to the Doctor who then nodded and climbed into the side of the vehicle, putting his seatbelt on and awaited take off.

***

Voice: "Get outside, get passed the guards as quickly as you can..."

Tobias was still looking through the window, two troops were left now and they were helping a one legged patient to the fire-exit.

Tobias: "H-How?? They have guns!!"

There was a slight pressure on his back which quickly increased in strength. Tobias was shoved through the swing doors and staggered out onto the ward. The two Soldiers looked at him suspiciously before shouting him to hurry up and get out. Sprinting forward and past the guards the Orkhid quickly made his way out into the garden and towards one of the Transport vehicles.

Voice: "No, head towards the fence. QUICKLY!!"

Knowing that nothing had gone wrong so far and putting it down to his subconcious helping him Tobias quickly headed towards the back of the garden. Only stopping and turning when he heard his name shouted. He turned, half knowing who it was. Dr Kingling. He was situated in a flying hover craft and was hanging out of the side door as it hovered in mid-air. His nose was covered with plasters (band-aids) which seemed to give him a more menacing look.

Dr Kingling: "TOBIAS, STOP!! HOW DID YOU GET OUT??"

Tobias took a few steps backwards. He knew that if the troops find out he was classed as insane they would shoot him on the spot. Thankfully all Soldiers on the ground were pre-occupied with the patients. The Dr disappeared for a brief moment inside the craft, only to emerge with a Soldier. He pointed down at Tobias and whispered in the troops ear. The Soldier nodded and took aim. Knowing that he didnt have long Tobias turned and fled, running towards the fence as quickly as possible.
*Explosion and crashing*
The ground shook, causing the fleeing Orkhid to stumble and fall. He scrambled to his feet and turned around, seeing the Vykker Airship colliding with the 5th storey of the Hospital, a part of the frontal Airship had exploded, causing shrapnel and other shards of metal to rain down upon all below it. Tobias watched in awe as the Airship flew over, loose metal flew from the underside of it and span to the ground. One piece of shrapnel span wildly out of control and burst through the roof of a grounded hover craft. Another piece flailed uncontrollably to the ground and hit a trooper in his back, cut through his spine and stomach and severed him in two. Black blood spurted out everywhere. The hover craft that Dr Kingling was in suddenly burst into life and tried to get from underneathe the ship so that their chances of survival were increased. However as they tried to get out of the way three pieces of hot metal impacted with it, one such piece shattering through the window and killing the driver. Which caused the vehicle to spin slowly to the ground were it then exploded. Explosion after explosion cut through the air, the Hospital was left in a derelict state with only pieces of it still standing. Grounded Transport vehicles slowly lifted off of the ground and made their way to safety, some being struck down mid-flight. Tobias still stood, watching. Oblivious to the danger he was in.
*Whoosing*
His head slowly tilted to his right, the sound was getting louder and heading directly for him. It was a piece of shrapnel. The Airship was directly over him now and explosions were still sending hordes of metal down to the ground. He couldn't move, he was frozen, watching as this piece of steel came to take his life. However, as it neared it swerved and hit the ground metres away from him. He took a step back, pondering how that could have happened. The wind was light and couldn't have blew it off course. Looking upwards he noticed more pieces of metal heading his way, crouching he tucked his head inbetween his legs and wrapped his hands around the back of his head and neck. He waited, not wanting to see his death.
*Thud-thud. Thud.*
He raised his head, once again the shrapnel that was heading towards him had missed. It was like he was reflecting them. Like he was, invincible. And with this new incentive Tobias headed towards the Hospital, looking for a dead Soldier who was roughly about his size, who would supply him with some clothing...