Hi everyone, I had to delete my old one cause there were some MAJOR design flaws. I promise the next one will be much longer :3 so it will prolly take longer to put out. Please rate/review!
Vasch's head buzzed as he sat in a crowded McDonalds waiting for the cashier to call his name so he could get his grease-ball burger. More cholesterol to clog my arteries, he thought. Vasch was in his late thirties, was pre-maturely balding and was much thinner than could be considered healthy, no matter how much fast food he ate.
The greasy teenager behind the counter called his name and mispronounced it in the process like everyone did. "Vas-ch…?" He called tentatively, smiling apologetically at Vasch as he approached the counter, a grimace clouding his features.
"Nice try," he grumbled. He took his dripping food back to the dingy table and slowly ate. Is that… mold? He thought to himself, pulling back from his food and scowling at the tasteless meat. Instead of the usual dark brown, the middle of the burger was bright red with flecks of black in it. Vasch raised an eyebrow, tossed his food and left the restaurant without a backward glance.
As he walked home, Vasch's stomach turned and shoved the half eaten McDonalds out of his throat and onto the pavement of Main Street. "Fucking gross," he muttered, not even thinking about the tainted burger. He continued toward his tiny one room apartment so that he could shake off the stomach virus that he knew he would eventually get if he continued to eat fast food every day.
Chills ran up his spine as he crawled into bed, and a cold sweat broke on his forehead. "Doctor tomorrow, I guess." He smiled to himself and fell into a fitful sleep as the bacteria from the contaminated food ravaged his system.
The brisk morning air nipped at the skin of Vivian Taylor as she stepped out of her four story apartment building. She held her coat closed at the top where the zipper ended, and bravely walked the three blocks necessary to get to the bus station.
Before she was halfway there, she met another person who seemed to be heading to the same station. Vivian smiled at the stranger and continued on her way.
Vasch smiled back at the girl who was headed to the same bus station as he was. He was surprised at how much effort a simple smile took. When he had woken up that morning, two things had gone extremely wrong. First, it was at six in the morning, and Vasch was a firm believer that nobody should even be thinking about getting up until after ten. Second, his stomach had tied itself in knots, forcing Vasch to run to the bathroom and heave until at least seven thirty. He was slightly more upset about waking up at six.
As the two of them sat on the bench waiting for the bus to arrive, Vasch's stomach heaved again, and he leaned over and hurled onto the sidewalk, much to the disgust of Vivian.
"Dude what the hell is your problem!" she screamed, jumping away from the pile of vomit. With a closer look, the puke caught both Vasch's and Vivian's attention. It was a bloody crimson with no solid particles in it.
Vasch coughed. "Going to the doctor today may be the best idea I've ever had," he chuckled. Vivian stared at him incredulously as he laughed at the puddle of blood.
When the bus pulled up to the sidewalk, both people stepped on without another word to one another for fear of making their disgusting encounter awkward- which proved pointless because there is nothing more awkward than barfing at a bus station that has other people at it, and then laughing at the resulting puddle of gore- and sat as far apart as possible.
The bus pulled up to the hospital and both Vasch and Vivian stepped out, carefully avoiding eye contact as Vivian quickstepped into the sliding doors and Vasch limped behind her. Once inside, Vivian heard a thud as something hit the ground right behind her. She swung around to see Vasch slumped on the floor, shaking violently and choking on globs of blood.
"Somebody help!" Vivian screamed at the nurses who just stood and stared. "Help him he's dying!"
The bystanders snapped into focus and rushed in a crash cart for Vasch. As they got him lifted on and secured, his trembling faded and the coughing stopped. After a painful five seconds of stillness, Vasch's breathing became quick and labored again, and he began to struggle against his bonds, growling and snarling like a wild animal. One of the bands around his arm snapped and he pulled himself free of the crash cart. Once he was on the floor, he crouched slightly with his hands bent into awkward claws.
"What the fuck is going on?" asked a doctor who had been passing through the lobby, breaking the heavy silence. Vasch's head swung in his direction, and he stumbled toward the frightened doctor in a seemingly drunken stupor. He squinted at the doctor, screamed, and tackled him full force.
Vasch's eyesight had gone red and his headache felt like someone had shoved a branding iron into his skull. As he lifted his head and saw the doctor standing in front of him, he felt his skin get hot and his hands shake with anger. This fucking idiot is just standing there, he thought, taking a few shaky steps toward him. He could be helping me but he's not… he needs to die.
He slammed into the doctor sending both men into the ground. The stunned man just stared up at Vasch as he slammed his bloody fist into the doctor's jaw. The only sound in the room was a sickening pop followed by a gargled scream from the injured man. "Get him off me NOW!" he yelled at the nurses as Vasch continued to throw bone crushing punches. A blonde nurse put her hand on Vasch's shoulder to pull him off, and he responded by turning around and biting into her thumb and forefinger.
"Ouch shit," she yelped, and backed away. A male nurse who was standing behind the counter rushed to the fire kit, crushed the glass and grabbed the emergency axe. He took a few cautions steps toward Vasch and brought the axe down onto his back. Vasch went limp and fell away from the doctor, who was dead.
Nobody in the lobby moved until Vivian drew her cell phone from her pocket and dialed 911, and explained the situation to the receptionist on the other line. When the police showed up, only a couple of them came inside the hospital and they wore gas masks. They didn't say anything to anyone, or touch anything. They simply looked at the bodies and at the other people who had blood on them, took a few notes and left.
Vivian's mind whirled- she knew that whoever that guy was, he had to be really sick, and that she might be sick. Shaken, she turned away from the carnage and walked out the lobby doors only to be met by two men in haz-mat suits and a blonde man wearing a white lab coat.
"We can't let you leave," the man in the lab coat stated matter-of-factly. "These two fine gentlemen will be in shortly to clean up the mess, and until further notice you are all expected to stay within this building. Any questions?"
Vivian glared at his smug expression and stomped back into the hospital. The man in white and the haz-mat's followed. "My name is Ludwig," lab coat said to no one in particular. "These two bodies are biohazards and anyone with any body fluids on them is to come with me immediately, no questions asked. Understood? Okay good," he walked down a hallway to the right of the entrance without waiting for a response. Three or four nurses followed, and so did Vivian.
Ludwig turned sharply and glared at Vivian. "If you wish to come and you are not contaminated, you are required to wear a mask." He tossed her a white paper mask, put one on himself and continued to strut down the hallway without looking back at the bloody scene in the lobby.