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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rune" data-source="post: 171921" data-attributes="member: 67">27 April, 2002 Session.  Part 3They enter the hospital rest home.  But something is wrong.  The bodies of mangled nurses are sprawled across the floor and blood is spattered across walkers and wheelchairs—and the faces of the old folk.The smell of ancient humans mingles with the antiseptic aroma.Many of them are convulsing, as they have no access to their medication.  Michael gives them what he has and hopes for happy results.  An intercom system plays the soft music of Enya and is slowly driving the old folk into insanity.  A television is turned on and shows reruns of old 60s sitcoms.  Part of the picture is obstructed by a fragment of bloody bone.Apparently, these poor individuals have rebelled against their oppressors.A pounding at the door is followed by an explosion of wood splinters, as the door is burst open.  The remnants swing inward on the hinges, and a strange sigil can be seen scratched into the outside of the door with a very fine blade.The sigil is on all of the other doors, as far as the eye can see.  Each is slightly different.  All are maddening.  They claw at the mind and taunt the beholder with unearthly whispers.Jude recognizes one of them as some symbol she had seen on an occult book in a large bookstore—the kind of book that people try to sell to young fools who really have no idea what they are looking for in occult literature, save rebellion from authority.They open the door.The chanting that filled the hallway washes over them in a wave of nausea.  It is loud, so very loud.A crimson ring of robed and hooded people stands around a hospital bed, ignoring the group as their alien words continue to strike at the interlopers.  Anthony pulls out the gun and tells them to stop chanting.They do stop chanting and turn to stare at him.And something rises from the bed, stumbling through the circle of red-robed people toward the group.It reeks of formaldehyde.  A trail of wires falls from the stump of its shoulder, even as clumps of rotting flesh fall from the rest of its body.  It picks up a piece of the flesh and begins to eat it, then stumbles forward again.Kelly lights another teddy bear, preparing to throw it, but he is overcome with a sudden feeling of inertia.  He is not capable of causing harm to this thing advancing upon the group.It’s arm stretches forward as the thing slides one foot across the dark tile, then another.Brr… it intones from a mangled mouth.  Brother…This thing was once Rune.  It still bears some resemblance.But Kelly can no longer remember Rune.</blockquote>

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