Avengers Theatre Presents: 28 Days Later
Intro: Beginning of Something Else...
A group of three-maybe four-adults dressed from head-to-foot in black clothing and masks, (looking all-around burglar-esque in their costumes) piled out of their four-door vehicle. They all carried their own flashlight and can of spray-paint. "We won't let them get away with this injustice." One of the trespassers hissed, as he locked their car, and motioned for everyone to follow him.
Crossing the lot, they all tried to be careful not to alert any of the S.H.I.E.L.D night-guards. Once they got to the door, the leader of the group overrode the electronic lock and let them inside.
Running through the atrium, the marauders began tagging the walls with assortment of colors. Laughing as quietly as possible, the group split up. The leader went down a winding hallway, spraying the walls and doors, as he legged it to the end of the corridor.
Swearing giddily, the man found himself at the end of the hall; standing in front of a big set of metal double-doors. Spraying the doors with a huge, purple smiley-face, he turned to leave, but paused when he heard noises in the other room. His eyebrow quirked up under his balaclava, and the man turned back to the door. More noise could be heard-and at a more rapid pace, as well... was that heavy breathing, or crying?
Straining his ears to hear what was being said or done in the other room; the trespasser scrunched his face up, when he thought he heard a muffled scream. Putting the cap back on his spray-can, the man put it back in his shoulder-bag and grabbed the handle on the door. Twisting it as slowly as he could manage, the man pushed the door open gently-just enough so he could peek inside.
What he saw was enough to make him gasp aloud. Right in clear view, under a bright spotlight, there was a woman strapped to a table. She was struggling and grunting; trying to break free from her bindings. Blood and saliva trickled down the corners of her lips and stained the collar of her patient's gown, and her eyes were blown wide and red with Conjunctivitis.
As he stared at the captive and formulated an escape plan, he heard a voice approaching from the corridor. The man rounded the table and hid underneath it. From his vantage point, he could see a pair of legs and what appeared to be a med kit approach his position until it stopped at the edge of the table.
Knowing that the scientist would pull something from his bag of doom, the masked man quietly pulled out his switch blade and plunged it into the foot of the person.
The scientist let out a short cry of pain that was immediately silenced by the slitting of his throat. Ignoring the gargling noises of the dying man on the floor, the masked person wiped the blade on his pants and placed it back on his utility belt. "Don't worry, I am here to save you." He whispered loud enough for the woman to hear. Reaching for the restraints, the masked man started to undo them, but quickly retracted when the woman became extremely hostile to his actions.
She started screaming at the person in front of her. "Stop it!" He hissed as he undid the buckles of each restraints. "Listen, when you leave this room, go left and head out a pair of black doors." The man instructed as he unfastened the last one, when he did this. The woman lunged at her savior. He swatted her hands away. "Bitch, are you crazy!"
Little did he know that speaking would get him nowhere. The crazed woman jumped at the masked man, knocking him to the ground. As this scuffle was happening, the man's walkie-talkie came to life. We have to get out of here. They shot Max while he and Julia were freeing some people! Unbeknownst to the person on the other end of the line, his comrade was being mauled.
The masked man couldn't fight off the smaller woman, as she clawed ravenously at his chest. He punched at the woman multiple times, but none of his blows seemed to injure her; instead, she only became angrier and her strikes grew fiercer.
It was as if she possessed the strength of a large man on PCP. Not seeing it coming, the woman plunged her teeth into his neck. "Aaah!" The man screamed. He tried pushing her away, but the action only assisted the crazed woman with tearing flesh from his neck.
He desperately grabbed for his switch-blade, finding it on his hip. With all the force he could muster, he plunged the blade into the female's temple. Slowly, the life drained from her eyes as she slumped forward.
As he laid there, the fluids from the woman's head dripped into his exposed chest cavity. Not too long after, the man succumbed to his own injuries due to their severity and the infection that the woman had given him.
