Okay, the prologue and chapter one are both here (because they're really short and I'm really lazy) so, here we go. (Stupid rhyme)
Prologue
The crash was horrific, both cars were totaled. The drivers were killed on impact, their bodies mangled. But what of the child, crumpled and broken, in the passenger's seat? She was taken to a hospital morgue without hesitation. But was she dead?
Chapter 1
(Three hours after the crash)
Screaming, all the screaming. It still rings in my ears. I groaned as I shifted on the uncomfortable, worn-out, mattress. Pain shot up my side and I bolted upward, another bad idea, my head ached and I collapsed. There was no way I was going to be able to go back to sleep now.
My eyes opened slowly adjusting to the blinding white light overhead. All I could see was white. Everything.
White beds, white walls, white sheets, white corpses.
I was surrounded by death, and part of me feared that I too was cold and white, the color and warmth drained from my body, the blood no longer flowing through my veins.
But I wasn't dead, part of me argued, I still have a pulse and I can still bleed. Heck I am bleeding. There was a gash on the side of my head bringing some much-needed color to the bedsheets.
Then why was I here? That other (more annoying) part of my brain asked.
Touché
The two parts of my brain were at an impasse.
Waiting.
Waiting for me to find the answers to their questions.
So I did the stupidest thing I have ever done; I looked around.
Everywhere I turned there were empty, lifeless, faces staring back at me.
Men, women, children and elderly, all slowly turning purple and beginning to rot.
My senses were on hyperaware. The smell was becoming overwhelming. I had to get out of here. I bolted toward a door only to find that it had no handle.
By now I was freaking out. I looked around franticly for another exit.
Nothing.
I banged against the door, deprate for an escape, it opened easily.
Then I saw the word written above the door.
PUSH. Oh, I knew that.
Sure you did Max. So? What do you think? If the writing is a little slow, it's not my fault (well maybe it is. Maybe.) I kinda wrote this while I was half asleep. Oh, and the whole story's not gonna be this…gruesome.
