I had come to a split in the path, one going right and another going left. Both were equally as ominous and horrible, so the decision was not an easy one. First I decided to try right, as I had always heard you should choose the way of your dominant hand. It wasn't long before I came upon a double door, charred and broken. Quickly I rushed inside, and surveyed the room. Beds lay everywhere among cracked tables. Chests and cabinets were smashed, and their contents in the open... thread, cloths, splints.. the hospital. It seemed to have suffered greatly, a pile of bones in the far corner. I was lost in my thoughts of what had happened when I heard a shriek form the hall behind me, snapping me back to reality. Quickly I set my shield and axe aside, and grabbed the nearest bed. Muscles bulged powerfully as the bed was pushed towards the broken doors, wedging it against the opening. A second was placed atop that, and the largest, nearest pieces of broken stone tables set against the bottom to help hold it steady. The adrenaline was still pumping strong, and my heart hamering against the inside of my breastplate. Another shriek, this one much louder, and much closer. The beds shifted suddenly as there was a strike against the door, but the makeshift barricade held. A second followed, then a third, but then nothing. I remained silent, holding my breath as I peeked through the rubble.
Clawed feet dragged across the ground. The bipedal lizard, and the dimetrodon, with an axe embedded in it's shoulder, were just outside the door, trying to see in, and snapping at each other when they got too close. I was concerned they could smell my scent, if not my fear, but I was relieved when there was another sound from deeper in the fortress, causing both demons to answer with growls and take off into the dark. I allowed myself a breath, and collapsed onto the floor. It seemed within minutes, six of my kin had fallen. What was here could stay here, Dragonwork be damned! If I managed to make it out of here, I would tell the king himself that if he wanted this place so badly, he could come get it himself. I grabbed my shield and axe, and felt somewhat comforted by their weight in my arms. Maybe, if I was careful, I would make it out of here. Obok's sacrifice would not have been in vain. No.. I would make it out, I would survive.
There was a heavy thump form outside, and another, and another. Footsteps. I brought my shield before me, and backed away from the barricade, emerald eyes locked on the portal. Silence. Quickly, I glanced around to see if I had an escape. There was a darkness to the south, but it was probably the storage room for the hospital. There were no other entrances. I had barely placed my gaze back onto the entrance, when the barricade exploded.
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