Joshua Adams
Friday 6, February 2015
21:04 Hours
Phoenix, Arizona
"I CAN'T believe this is happening."
He nodded as he handed her a cup of coffee. Then, turning, handed a chocolate bar to the teen laying down on the chairs. Finally, taking a sip of his own drink, sat besides her. She instantly leaned and kissed him softly on his lips. He stretched and began sipping his drink when, suddenly, a woman arrived, running. The trio (The man, the woman and the teenager) watched her as she spoke to one of the guards.
"Joshua-"
"Yeah."
Joshua Adams stood, quickly striding across to where she was. Halfway there, though, he was slammed into by a kid. He was around twelve, with short black hair and honey-brown eyes. Joshua looked at the kid and, instantly, forgot about the woman. The kid looked alarmed, even scared, and Joshua had to ask.
"What's up, kiddo?"
"My- My- My dad is-"
"Leonard!"
A man much taller than Joshua (Which was something, since Joshua was six foot three inches tall) walked to them and, grabbing the kid's shirt, pulled him away. As the man pulled the kid away, Joshua grabbed the man's wrist and, in a quick turn, brought him to his knees. Leonard, the kid, stepped back in surprise as Joshua's companions quickly stood to see what was happening.
"Get off, get off!" Leonard's father, Henry Deep, said, his wrist a twist away from getting broken.
"Joshua." Joshua's fiance said, placing a soft hand on his chest. "Let go of him."
"sorry..." Joshua said.
Joshua Adams. At the age of twenty four, he was a ex-military who has, since he was a child, abused physically by both his parents. Them being perpetual drunks, he grew in a horrible environment and, at the age of eighteen, he left for the army. Ever since, he has been an excellent citizen, all in order to not become like his fathers and, because of his past, he takes quick action to stop physical or emotional abuse on children or women.
"Who'd ya think ya are, eh?" Henry Deep asked, his face red with anger and inches from Joshua, who wasn't stepping back or being affected at all. "Ya got a problem?"
"As a matter of fact, yes." Joshua said. "But I won't-"
Suddenly, a huge scream was heard all across the place. Joshua turned around and noticed the woman he had spotted earlier was gone. He spun around, trying to spot her, when he was missed by an inch. Ducking, he brought Henry back to the ground, who had tried to punch him a few seconds earlier. After leaving Henry with a bleeding nose and on the ground, Joshua and his two companions left, trying to find who had screamed. Joshua stopped and listened. He had always been a great tracker, partly thanks to his long excursions into the wilderness to get away from his home. So it was easy for him to locate where the scream was heard from, specially because of a low moan that began filling the air.
"What's that?"
"Not sure but, Greg, stay close to Jane."
Greg (seventeen) and Jane Cross (twenty two) where a duo of reporter and photographer (He being the photographer and she being the reporter) who were friends of Joshua since childhood. They had lost their parents to a car accident when Jane turned eighteen and, since then, she has taken care of Greg by herself. The trio began searching around to find who was moaning, when they found a deeply wounded man near one of the empty desks, far from anyone. Joshua quickly began applying first aid thanks to a small kit that had been hanging on the wall, and, suddenly, the man spoke.
"Do- Don't..."
"Sir, you need help." Jane said, then, added: "Josh, I'm going to look for help."
"Greg, go with her." Joshua said, without looking away from the man's wounds.
"Roger."
"No... You, ugh... Can't..." The man tried again, only to be silenced by a piercing stab of pain.
"You've got a very infected wound, sir." Joshua said, ignorant to the shadowy figure approaching from behind. "This might sting a bit." He said, pressing a alcohol patch to the wound. The figure approached, now barely ten feet away. "This looks like a bite. A human bite." He said, still cleaning the wound. The figure extended a bony hand... "Are you okay?" The hand was inches from him...
He turned and, without a thought, grabbed the hand and, in a few seconds, brought the thing down. It tried fighting against Joshua's huge body,but he had it pressed against the ground. It was a man, in his late twenties, and he had drool spilling out the side of his mouth, his eyes bloodshot and distorted, giving it a demented look, while it's skin was blotched at some points, while at others it was pearly white, bloodless. The person seemed to want to bite Joshua and ignored all his demands to calm down. After a gunshot and a splash of clotted blood, the thing stopped moving.
"What-"
"You can't reason with those things..." The man Joshua had been healing said, a hand gun in his hand. "You've got to go now, get everyone out..." The man said and, as Joshua walked away, the man turned the gun on himself.
