Tegan POV
Beep...beep...beep.
"Ugh...where am I?" I slowly open my eyes to the dim lighted setting. The walls are all white, making me feel crazy. I massage my temples, my head pounding with pain as I look up and see a white ceiling. A familiar smell made its way to my nose as I took a big whiff of my surroundings. God dammit I'm in a hospital. I look to my left and see a 'Get Well Soon!' card on the stand. "Hey Teegs! I hope you wake up soon and recover quickly from your injuries, they looked pretty bad when I came over soon after they called me. Anyways, I have to leave soon for photography reasons, but I'll be back on Monday to take you home and then hopefully we can talk, I have something important to ask you. With much love, Lindsey." Monday? My eyes make their way to a digital clock that's hanging on the wall in front of me. It reads: Tuesday 9:32 A.M. "Well maybe she meant next Monday." I say to myself. This was nice of Lindsey. She was always looking out for me and was there when I needed her most. We met each other at a gig that I had performed at and she was there taking pictures for the city's newspaper. We've grown closer and closer as friends, only a matter of time before she asks me on a date. Lately she's been giving me hints that she wants to be more than friends, but I don't think I'm ready yet. We've been best friends for five years and you'd think I'd be ready, but I don't know. Lindsey to me is just a really good friend that I can always depend on. I don't want to be her girlfriend or anything other than her best friend, but I don't want to hurt her if she ever asked me out. Don't get me wrong, Lindsey would make a great girlfriend and anyone would be lucky to have her, but I just don't see me and her getting romantically involved.
I remember nothing from the past days. The last thing I remember is a cute waitress from a bar...a bar? I had gone out to a bar with the rest of the band to celebrate after having done a gig at a local pub where I was noticed by an agent from some big music label! He said to call him back when I had the chance...oh shit! How long have I been here? That memory is from Thursday...that was five days ago! But still, why am I here? Oh no...the bus crash. Our bus driver had decided to celebrate too, and that night he had lost control and drove straight into a cement wall on the highway. I looked around to see if everyone was okay and all I saw was everyone crowded around me, staring in shock. I looked at my right arm and saw it slashed all the way down the middle. Then I blacked out. Nice move Teegs.
"Oh you've got to be kidding me..." I say, still reminded by that agent. My first and only chance at a career that I would love to pursue and I blew it! Hehe...that's what she said. Stop it! You're in no condition for jokes! I lost my trail of thought as I saw a spare bed blocking entry into my room. I swung my legs to the side of the bed to get up, but was quickly pulled back by a tugging force. I looked to my arms and saw them covered in IV's. I had no struggle taking them off and let them fall to the floor. I got up from my bed and stretched. My right arm was covered up in a bunch of bandages and I was covered in a gown. I walked over to a chair with a grey duffel bag sitting on it. I opened it and quickly recognized my clothes. Lindsey must have left it here when she came over. I quickly picked a white t-shirt, running shoes, and dark skinny jeans and put them on. I wonder why it's so quiet. Now that I think about it, since I woke up I've only heard my movements and nothing else outside of my room. The thought gives me an eerie chill, so I put it aside and I head to the bathroom. I check myself in the mirror, tugging at my hair. My face looked like a train wreck, there were scars and dry blood everywhere. "That's it I'm taking a shower." I took off the clothes that I just put on and hop into the shower. I turn on the warm water and I'm instantly relaxed by it. It runs down my face and back and I start to massage my scalp. A few minutes later, I'm back in my clothes and head out the bathroom. I look at the bed blocking the door. "Whoever put it there obviously didn't want anybody disturbing me." Or anything. I chuckle at my comment and proceed to move it out of my way. It wasn't that heavy, mostly because of the wheels, but I like to think I did 90% of the work. I grab the door knob to turn it, and when I open it, I'm instantly hit with the smell of death.
"What the fuck?!" I whisper to myself. I grab at the collar of my t-shirt and bring it up to my nose, holding the fabric with my hand. I use my right hand to bring it back up to the door knob and open it slowly, careful not to make any noise. The hallway is poorly lit, I can barely see anything. The lights on the ceiling are broken and are hanging down with wires coming out from every angle. There's broken glass everywhere, and my mouth opens wide at the sight of blood everywhere. "What happened here?!" I rub my eyes in disbelief, trying to make sense at the scene in front of me. I take a step forward, my shoe coming into contact with glass and I wince at the sound of it crumbling under me.
I make my way down the right side of the hallway, looking for any exit signs. I see a 'Front Desk' sign and decide to head down there. I head straight for a couple of feet then make a left at a corner, coming into view with more arrows leading me to the front desk. I make a right, then a left, the front desk finally coming into view. The lobby is a huge mess, like a tornado literally swept through here. Papers are everywhere, office supplies are scattered on the floor, chairs are at either sides of the room with bodies slumped under them. I dare not take a step forward. I quickly turn around, but stop. I turn back around and see a telephone at the desk. "Yes!" I whisper-shout, conscious of the dead bodies around me. I don't know why I whisper-shouted, but I get the feeling that they can almost hear me. I tiptoe my way towards the telephone and grab it to try to call Lindsey, really anyone who would answer. I hear the phone ring four times before it goes to voicemail. I hang up and try Ted. Nope, dead end. I try every phone number I know, even this chick that I remember from a one-night stand. Suddenly, I remember Jeremy's number and dial it in quick. "Come on, come on...oh come on Jeremy pick up!" Voicemail. I notice the computer at the desk is asleep, so I wiggle the mouse to wake it back up. The screen is bombarded with headlines like, "Zombies: The War at Home", "Test 30307: The Monster Behind it All", and "Keeping Your Family Safe"
I slump down into the chair behind the desk. Zombies. The last thing I would expect to hit the world is a motherfucking zombie apocalypse! I sighed and stared at a double door at the end of the hallway. The door knob jiggled. No that can't be, my mind is already playing tricks on me. I hear the door knob jiggle a second time, followed by a low moan coming from behind me. I stand up shaking, not knowing what to do. I look behind me and see the bodies underneath the chairs slowly flexing their arms. A wave a terror comes over me, realization hitting me square in the face. Of course, zombie apocalypse, so they must be zombies. I thought to myself before deciding what to do in these types of situations. I've never experienced one, so I think I'm pretty much going to run as fast as my legs will take me. Suddenly the double doors crashed to the floor and I didn't think twice about running. I ran all the way back to my room and passed it heading the other direction from when I first came out to explore the hospital. I stopped suddenly when I reached a door that had been spray-painted black with the words "DO NOT OPEN" Reluctantly, I reached a hand out to tug at the chains keeping the door shut. Suddenly, the door was being pounded with fists coming from the other side. I flinched at the sound and it sent a jolt across my body. I wasn't going to spend another minute thinking about what was on the other side, so I turn on my heels, but stop dead in my tracks.