INT. ABANDONED HOSPITAL – SECTOR 6 – NIGHT
Rain pounded on the broken windows as lightning revealed the crumbling sign: “St. Ellora Medical – Quarantine Ward.” Lena, Briggs, and the Girl stood at the entrance, soaked and shivering.
Briggs held the blood-stained chip Dr. Hale had given them.
BRIGGS:
“We hide here for the night. Just until the storm clears.”
Inside, the hospital reeked of bleach, rust, and something fouler. Distant groans echoed from darkened corridors.
INT. HOSPITAL – ROOM 14 – MOMENTS LATER
They barricaded themselves inside a patient room. It was quiet… too quiet. A metal bed lay twisted in the corner. The overhead light buzzed dimly on backup power.
LENA:
“This place doesn’t feel right.”
The Girl sat cross-legged on the floor, tracing patterns in the dust. Her eyes fixated on a crack in the wall.
THE GIRL:
“This room remembers.”
BRIGGS:
“What?”
THE GIRL:
“Pain.”