Coric takes the cross and loops it onto his chain along with his dog tags and then takes the tape and hands it off to Koishi. He then proceeds to the way to room six and aims down into the darkness.
The Cultists screamed, not in fear, but ecstasy and joy. Also pain, but that's a given when being torn apart limb from limb by a vicious hell spawn.
The large silver cross is something meant to be held in one hand, not worn around your neck. As such, it's very uncomfortable and you question why you did that. The room is very dark, but you make out something on the wall farthest from the door in front of you, and it's moving.
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A ghost? "So if we don't get through this, we'll stay here?"
Carla jolted. What was that?
Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod
Following after Coric, Carla startled and pointed her flashlight at the moving spot.
It's...Well, it ain't pretty. The moving thing is that reporter, their clothes torn up and dirty and they look completely shell shocked . Also there's a terrifying maw lined with eyed teeth in the wall to the reporter's left, and in it is a swirling portal of bluish and purple colors.
Coric hands over the cross and walks calmly into the room. " Check the walls and everything for something also make sure to look at the tape."
"Thanks. With any luck I'll-"
"Wh-Wh-What....what is this...shit...."
Carla froze. There was no other word for it, she completely locked up staring into the maw, unable to take her eyes off of the maw.
Startled, Carla jumped and pointed her flashlight down, towards the reporter's feet.
You enter a very spacious library, full of books. You notice that the distortion in this room is bigger than the other. Also, someone went to town with the Eldritch symbols in this room. Some of them seem to be moving, and looking at you. You feel welcomed and at home.
The reporter looks at you for a second and mumbles to themselves, so quiet you don't quite make it out. Then they curl into a ball and start blabbering gibberish. This lasts a full thirty seconds before they stop and slowly stand up, and, uncertainly make their way over to you...and touch your face. This continues until they hug you and breakdown crying.
December shudders, and shakes her head, but the headache remained.
"There there its OK here I am going to go farther in the room to investigate stay here with the others." Coric breaks the reporters hold and walks forward slowly.
"People, real people. Oh thank God, I'm not alone in this place. I'm not alone with that thing anymore!" The clearly traumatized reporter says, completely unaware of your wish to leave him to die a horrible death.
"There's a mummy looking thing in the c-corner over there, it's clutch a b-backpack." The mere presence of other people seems to calm him down and bring a semblance of sanity back to him. He points to the ancient looking corpse clutching the backpack in a death grip.
Your vicious hacking at the door breaks open the lock and opens the way. Room 35 is a morgue, but all the bodies are gone and the floor is cover in blood and viscera.
Coric mumbles shit under his breathe and walks calmly up to the mummy and presses the gun to it's head and rips the backpack out of its arms.
"I don't think we can leave the hospital that easily." Carla whispered. "The ROB said that the monster would try to kill us. For the monster to leave, they have to kill all of us, so they'd try to block off all the exits first, wouldn't they?"
After a brief hesitation, Carla followed Coric. She said that she'd hold the flashlight for him, right?
"You've been here a month?" Carla stared. "What have you been eating?"
She flinched, but stepped forward and pointed the flashlight at the backpack.
The mummy does nothing besides turn to dust as the backpack is ripped away from it. Inside the backpack are four flashlight batteries, a bottle of vodka, and a....Shrunken Head.
"Food I found in the freezer, stuff is pretty good. Might have broken a few teeth and couldn't hold down the first couple of times, but hey it's...surprisingly good." The reporter says as he messages his jaw. "Except the fish, that nearly broke my jaw."
For whatever reason you return to Room 2, and it's exactly the way you left it.
"Vodka?" The reporter asks. "...anyone got lighter? The Priest tried to burn the thing and it was hurt, maybe a second go will kill it."
" A Molotov cocktail purification through fire. Just need a lighter or a match. Come on let's head through the last door in this room" Coric suggests
