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Chapter 1
He was examining the chart of the patient in room 450 and observed that none of Rick Grimes' vital signs have changed for better or for worse. He was deciding how to move forward with treatment when the first gunshots rang out. He dropped the chart on the floor and ran to the window. Outside he observed a platoon of soldiers pouring into the hospital. He sprinted to the door and out into the hallway. He watched as soldiers entered his ward and began barking orders to the nurses who were situated at the nurse station. Some of the soldiers grabbed them violently and ushered them down the hall. They began conducting room to room searches. He had to think fast.
"What the hell?" He whispered to himself. He immediately sprang into action. He ran into room 448 and closed the door behind him. He knew that the room was empty today as the patient died yesterday from the fever which was consuming patients at an ungodly rate. The patient was moved yesterday evening to the morgue, which was quickly filling up as the virus's victims mounted. He looked around the room and spotted the bathroom door ajar. He quickly jumped into the bathroom, closed and locked the door behind him.
He crawled on the ground and hid next to the toilet. The world is going to shit, he thought. How did it come to this? He heard the news reports regarding the outbreak and that the federal government was quarantining sections of Atlanta. Doctors were baffled on how to treat this outbreak, so they called him in from King County Cancer center. Even though cancer was Dr. Steven Harper's specialty, he was one of the top diagnosticians in the county. The virus resisted all forms of antibiotics, and no matter what form of treatment is administered, the fever got worse. Now there were soldiers pouring into his hospital. No doubt there had to be a correlation between that and the rumors surrounding the morgue. Word on the street had come back that the dead down there weren't really dead.
More gunshots pierced the chaos outside. Steven heard someone enter room 450. Whoever entered the room sounded distraught. He put his ear against the wall of the bathroom and strained to hear.
"Rick….Rick, we have to go buddy…like right now…god dammit!" The owner of the voice sounded distraught. He heard some more commotion coming from the room before the voice seemed to fade out into the hallway.
"Ma'am….ma'am, please," he listened as he heard several footsteps running through the hallway. There was a slight pause in the action outside before several more gunshots rang out. This time accompanied by screams.
"Oh my God," Steven muttered to himself. People were being shot for apparently no reason. He needed to know what was going on out there, but his compulsion to survive overshadowed his curiosity.
All of a sudden he heard a commotion coming from the hallway outside. It sounded like someone pushing a gurney. He heard the door to room 450 burst open again.
"I'm gonna get you out of here bud," said the mysterious voice.
After several seconds of hearing nothing, he heard the door to room 450 open once again.
"Come on Corporal, move out!"
What the hell was going on out there? Were soldiers trying to take Rick Grimes somewhere? His desire to know what these people were doing with his patient almost outweighed his desire for survival. He did not know who was shooting out there, but he assumed the soldiers were taking someone out. Could it be true? Could the dead come back to life?
He heard some more whispers coming from room 450; however he couldn't make out the words.
BOOM!
A loud explosion followed by the power going out in the bathroom caused him to fall back against the toilet and smack his head. He heard some more gunshots followed by a strange shuffling sound outside his door. His last thought before he lost consciousness was of dead people walking in the hallway.