Clara Oursler was a German spy during the war, but against her own will. A year ago, she was caught stealing from a higher up Nazi officer, and he punished her by making her his slave until she performed enough tasks to win back her freedom. She'd always been good at sneaking, so she had broken into London, discovering info on a bomb that had landed near a hospital, one not of English or German origin.
She held her gun in one hand as she sneaked through the hospital, checking around her corners, but no one was there. The whole place had seemed to be deserted. Then she finally found a room with people.
They were all lying still on beds, gas masks covering their faces, aside from an old man who sat in a chair. He slept in it, his hands on his lap and wearing the jacket of a doctor.
"Hey!" she said in her best English. The old man awoke.
"Oh, who're you? Judging by the accent, you're here to kill me?"
"Not if you comply to what I say. What's the plague they all got? It have something to do with that bomb outside?"
The doctor stared at her and darkly chuckled. "I suppose you could say that. I'm Dr. Constantine, by the way. And who're you?"
"None of your concern. So what've they got?"
"Gasmasks."
"Why aren't you wearing one? What's the disease going around?"
"Gasmasks."
"Answer the question!"
Dr. Constantine got up with his walking stick and walked over to one of the patients. "Come over here." Clara approached and he pointed to its hand, making sure not to touch it. "See these cuts on his hand? They've all got the same cuts. And the gasmasks grow on them. The disease is almost alien."
"That's impossible."
Dr. Constantine banged his cane onto the ground and all of the people in the room awoke, shouting.
"Mummy? Are you my mummy?" they all said at different times. Then they fell back asleep.
Then another man came in. He wasn't as old as Dr. Constantine, but he was very aged.
"Nurse Simeon," said Dr. Constantine. "Do come in."
The old man with a top hat entered and gave the doctor a bottle of water. "Oh, this is a spy come to kill us, by the way."
Clara chose to put away her gun, realizing there was no threat here, aside from the sleeping people.
Dr. Constantine said he had to go to a room to study over his results, and left the two there alone with the zombies.
"Well then," said Nurse Simeon, before he tapped a cane that he had and they all awoke. Quicker than Clara could've imagined, he went to the door and locked it.
"Your mummy is right here!" he yelled, and once again, quicker than Clara could've reacted, one of the things grabbed her, holding her in place while calling her "mummy?"
"What're you doing?!" said Clara as she felt a searing pain on her hand. She looked at it and saw the cuts beginning to form.
"I can't have someone like you here, you may stop me."
"STOP YOU?!"
"From killing the Doctor."
"What? Why do you want to kill Dr. Constantine?!"
"Oh child, not him. A different doctor. Now, if you'll excuse me..." Nurse Simeon was about to leave the room, when he heard the gunshot.
Clara had just barely managed to break her arm free, and she'd shot the gasmask zombie. She didn't hesitate when she aimed her gun at Simeon and shot him through the head. But still, she could feel her face slowly starting to change, and whenever she tried to think of something, anything, the words "Are you my mummy?" popped up.
She didn't want to live like this, so she had no hesitation shooting herself either.