"Um… who are you?" Viktor was visibly confused, not recognising him as one of the staff. He put down his scalpel into the chest muscle of whoever that was. While backing away from the body, he kept his eyes dead set on the guy that came through it a moment ago. Making sure that no sudden movements happened while he wasn't looking.
Drew takes a single step forward, and Viktor takes two steps back. Then Drew takes another step, and another, and another. Until Viktor has pushed himself against the wall. Drew takes out the scalpel from the guy's body, causing it to squirt blood again. He looks at the scratch marks and blood, covering the thing. He uses his hand to wipe off some of it, and sees that there's some writing on the scalpel. It read: skurðhníf. He had no idea what it said, but he didn't care one bit.
"You do realise these were people… right?" Drew hoped that this question wasn't a hard one for him.
"Ya! You Canadians are so similar to the people that I come from…" Viktor gleaned with joy.
Drew steps closer, still with the scalpel in hand. "Why wouldn't we be the same?" he curiously asked while looking at the blood that was somehow still squirting out that man's body like a fountain.
"Because how am I supposed to know what's inside something without looking at it?" Viktor's twisted logic sounded somewhat correct. Only until Drew thought about it for more than a second. Drew practiced flipping the scalpel between his fingers whilst thinking. He remembered doing it all the time with his pencil in math class. So it couldn't be that much different than this.
All of a sudden, Viktor manages to sneak all the way around him, and start to choke him out from behind. Drew's pondering immediately halted while processing what was going on. He grabbed Viktor's arms, and pulled them off of his neck with incredible strength. He then kicked Viktor in the groin from behind. He fell back and clenched his genitals greatly. Having him grit his teeth through the pain.
"Hoppaðu upp í rassgatið á þér…!" He swore at Drew in his native language. Before running over to his table stationed at the left wall. He picked up a saw, and went into some sort of fighting stance. Drew thought it looked kind of corny with the way he was standing; but he went along with it anyway.
A large burst of blood, suddenly shot out of most holes in the dead guy's body, spraying everywhere and one everything. This includes Viktor and Drew. Some got into Viktor's eyes, which temporarily blinded him for a second. Just enough time for Drew to rush him down, and swipe the scalpel on his face. The cuts were located across his nose, and on his bottom lip. They bled out a little bit, but he just wiped the blood away with his gloves, and got ready to do his thing.
He slashed at Drew's arms and shoulder repeatedly. Drew luckily dodged them all, excepted one slash that went deep into Drew's shoulder. He cried out in pain, and tried to get that thing out of his body. Once it came out, blood seeped through his shirt, staining the thing in red from the top right corner, down.
"God fucking dammit!" He gripped his shoulder, and punched Viktor directly in the stomach. While having the scalpel in his hand. Viktor flew back, and crashed into the hospital bed. The body almost tilted off the thing and landed face first on the ground; but Viktor stabilized the bed before anything bad happened. The scalpel was sent directly to his head. Luckily he notices before it reaches anything lethal, and swiftly moves away. Letting it hit the dead guy in the side, and having more blood come out. Viktor was getting more and more intrigued with the body after every cut. His eyes were sparkling at the sight. He couldn't get enough of it, even if he tried.
Drew took this golden opportunity, and decked him in the head. His molars fell out of his head, Drew's knuckles dug deep into his cheek skin. Making the both of them bleed from the impact. He kept striking repeatedly, not letting him have a breather.
After a couple more punches, Viktor grabbed Drew by his head, and slammed his own head into it. The blow was so great, that both of them felt disoriented and dizzy. Drew had to take one knee to the ground and kneel. Viktor himself had probably forgotten a couple of things from when he was a kid after that. Viktor recovered much quicker than Drew though, since of his thick skull. He drilled his fist into Drew's head. He fell to the ground with a large thud noise, and Viktor swiftly got on top of him.
While somehow keeping both of Drew's hands down with only his right arm, he used his left hand to routinely clobber Drew's face. Using punch, after punch, after punch; he made it so Drew was helpless in this situation. There was one thing that Viktor didn't account for, and it's that Drew could still move his legs.
*BAM!!
Drew's right leg comes bulldozing into Viktor's scrotum once again. His grip loosens just a little bit. Allowing Drew to get free, and hop off of the ground again. Viktor was again clenching his groin, in trying to soothe the pain somewhat.
Drew then comes in, with the kick straight to his jaw. How he did that we will never know. Viktor goes flying for the third time today. He smashes his face into the wall from an angle. Almost immediately, he goes completely unconscious. Drew struts over to his body, and feels his heart to check if he was still alive or not. After confirming yes, he grabs his limp body, and drags him out of the medical room. Blood was trickling down his skull, and smearing all over the pristine bloody floor.
Now with him dragging this person down the hallway, Drew looks around at the different rooms that he didn't notice until now. They all seemed to be locked and boarded up though. So they were all duds. All of them, until one of them seemed to be different from the others. Drew couldn't explain it, it was just a feeling for him.
He kicked the door once, and nothing happened. Then, he kicked again, now way harder than the last, still nothing. Finally, with all the force he could muster, he bashed the door with his foot, and it swung open. Letting all the light from the medical room flood into this new area he discovered.
"Fuck yeah…" He says quietly, whilst giving himself a pat on the back.