Comatose Overdose

Chapter Four

Li opened his eyes to see himself sitting upright in yet another hospital bed, a cold sweat dripping from his chin. He stared forwards to find the room very familiar, his eyes almost bulging out of his skull from a constant strain of confusion. How did this happen? One minute he was fighting nightmarish creatures and inevitably plummeting to his death, the next, waking up to find himself in that same dirty hospital room. Could something so real truly be just a dream..? No.. It was real. Somehow. And Li was determined to find out what exactly was going on.

Dead on midnight and the room is still as dim as it was six hours earlier. No light could get through the thick fog outside, and the damned blinds were shut, as well as being so badly rusted that opening them would be near impossible. Sighing heavily, Li took a look out of the window into the darkness that plagued him so. Six hours. Six hours in this horrible place. Was it all wasted? Most probably. Nothing had changed within those six gruelling hours. No monsters, no sounds, no human interaction (not that he was expecting any in this place), and mostly noticeable, no changes in his imprisoning surroundings.

Questioning his sanity, Li stared at the door he entered earlier. He looked around for the key and the letter he saw earlier, but was merely wasting his time. They weren't there. This may have looked like the same place, but it wasn't. He knew that. Upon searching for the missing note, he found a small tape. This angered him, as there were no means of hearing what was on it. The only technology in the room was a severely out-dated life support machine, which looked as though it couldn't emit enough energy to get an insects' heart pumping again.

In anger and disgust at his situation, he punched the wall behind his bed, letting out a loud angry roar at the top of his voice, after which he slumped forwards to take a deep breath, his hand still against the wall. He removed his fist only to find that the wall had cracked. It was either made of weak bricks or plaster. He guessed the second, and so charged himself with another electrical current, only to smash his hand through the wall into the other side.

He tensed his arm and braced himself as he felt some sort of warm liquid running down his hand on the other side. He quickly reared his hand, only to find it covered in blood. The stench was unbearable. It wasn't only the smell of the blood, no, that he could've handled. It was the sickening blend of rotten flesh, decay and death which he could smell.

Whilst gagging for a smell his stomach could handle, a frightening array of loud screeches came from the darkness of the next room, which didn't truly help his situation. He began to throw up violently, almost choking every time another screech was heard.

The stinking bile flowing from his empty stomach burned his throat. He took a look into the hole from his leant-over position, only to see absolute darkness. Nothing visible, apart from the odd hint of movement. The screeches had stopped, but he could hear a slight shuffling, sounding as though it was moving towards the hole. What in the hell was in that other room? He felt unnerved, knowing whatever it was could see him in his dimly-lit room, whereas he couldn't see a damn thing.

He crouched under the hole, his paranoia getting the better of him. He looked around for anything he might be able to use as a light source to see into the other room, but found nothing from where he was situated. Under the life support machine, there seemed to be a very small flash-light. He reached for it, and aimed the dim light it created into the blackness of the next room. He saw figures, looking somewhat human (although after his last encounter, he didn't believe that they were).

The screeches began once more from the room, and as they did, all of the figures seemed to move in the direction of the hole. As some turned around, he could see their shapes were disfigured, some with chunks of flesh missing, others with body parts facing the wrong way.

As he moved his face closer to the hole to try and get a better look, a head darted up from under the hole and screeched, lunging an arm forwards into Li's direction. With a shock of horror, Li grabbed the arm by the wrist and twisted it, jumping backwards as he did so. The creature screeched even louder as blood sprayed from the hole, and Li landed painfully on his back with the creatures twitching arm in hand.

Realising that the arm was covered in the same sort of thick slimy skin as what he had previously seen, he launched the arm towards the hole, noticing bits of flesh flying off into different parts of the room as he did so.

The screeching became muffled and eventually non-existent. Feeling somewhat relieved, Li stood up and looked directly into the darkness of the hole, shouting as loud as he could.

"I will find my way out of here no matter what I have to do! Understand?!" His words were full of anger and fear, a deadly combination when in a situation such as this. He looked around, once more, this time noticing that there was a chain hanging from the ceiling, and it had a key connected to it. Reaching up to take the key, one of the creatures from the next room let out a mighty roar, louder and higher than any of the rest he had heard.

The sound was unbearable. Li reached down from the key and covered his ears, and as he did so, a scalpel came flying from the hole towards him. With his eyes wide shut, he didn't see a thing. The slightly blunt and rusted knife cut deep into his left shoulder, and as it did so, he fell backwards away from the key, barely acknowledging the wound as anything more than a warning as more knives flew past him on his descend to the floor.

After the roar ceased and the knives stopped flying overhead, Li grabbed the knife with his right hand and moved it around slightly. Realising the cut wasn't very deep, he ripped the blade from his flesh and hastily dropped it, placing pressure onto the wound to try and stop the bleeding.

He ripped off the sleeve of his left arm and tied it as best he could around the cut, hoping that it would work. He searched for any medical supplies, but found nothing of use. He couldn't help but wonder why a hospital room wouldn't have anything to use on his wound. This enraged him slightly more.

He got up, and launched at the key, grabbing it as quickly as he could before being attacked again. He landed on his stomach like a snake, and turned to see more knives flying. He stared at the key, wondering what it was for. There was a dirty label attached to it, which read 'Nurses Quarters'. He didn't know where it was, but decided he should search for it. Anything would be better than staying near that void of darkness leading into the next room.

He crawled towards the door, out of sight from the beings trying to watch him, and tried the handle. The door wasn't locked, but was indeed stuck somehow. Whilst sighing, he noticed in the corner of his eye that there was a large metal pole protruding out of the wall. Seeing this, he grabbed it and yanked it as hard as he could. It took some effort, but the pipe came out of the wall, dragging some brick dust out with, making Li cough slightly.

He wedged the pole between the door frame and the door itself and began pulling on it, in order to try and wedge the door open. After several minutes of failure, and as his anger built up, he charged his body with an extremely dangerous voltage of electricity and yanked once more, this time smashing the door wide open, bending his pole slightly.

He dived and rolled forwards out of the door, quickly doing a 180 degree turn as soon as he reached the wall on the other side of the corridor, searching from left to right for anything dangerous. There was nothing in sight.

He stared at the door next to the one he entered with wide eyes, feeling shivers going down his spine. The door read Nurses Quarters', just as the key did. He feared for the worst, knowing that the room was full of those creatures he had just been able to make out.

Swallowing a large amount of saliva, he seemed to have swallowed either his fear or his common sense along with it, because he walked towards the door calmly yet cautiously, and inserted the key. As he turned it, the tumblers were stiff and loud, making a deep echoing sound as the door unlocked. He heard the screeches start again. He knew that they could sense him. With his left hand on the door knob, and his right arm clutching the pole tightly by his side, he readied himself as he was about to open the door.

He twisted and pulled the handle quickly, and lifted the pole into both hands as the door swung open. He ran forwards into the room, where he could see lots of creatures facing him, as though ready for a fight, yet stood perfectly still like mannequins. He lunged the pole forwards directly into the skull of one of the creatures, alerting the others that he had entered the room.

They all began shuffling towards him, attacking him with both their hands and whatever other objects they seemed to have clenched in their rotten fists. He smashed and beat several of the creatures before receiving a blow himself, which was a very sharp object, feeling somewhat like a broken bottle, directly into his side where his liver was situated. This made him stagger, losing copious amounts of blood as he did so. He knew he'd be dead within 5 minutes. (20 if he applied pressure to the wound).

Knowing this, he went completely psycho. He began breaking knees inwards and then stamping on the creatures heads, ripping others throats out with his bare hands. There was one left alive after killing about 12, and he felt exhausted and groggy. He lunged forwards once more with a soul-shattering roar and lunged the pole directly into the creatures head, falling forwards onto its dead, motionless body.

He tried to move, but the pain was too severe. He realised that the creature had been holding onto a knife, which was now driven deep into his abdomen. The pain was excruciating. He pushed himself off the creature, the knife still in him, unable to remove it from lack of strength.

Whilst lying in a pool of his own blood, Li began to think whilst losing himself in insanity. He pondered long and hard on the question 'Why?'. Why had this happened? What had changed to make this happen? Why was he suddenly in a word full of monsters and madness? These questions only hurt him to think about. He had lost too much blood. But then he remembered a single word which opened his eyes to a new light on his situation: Heroin. It must've been that overdose he took.. He must be lying in in that desolate place dying, hence the strange nightmarish realm he had been thrust into! He only wondered one last thing before he began to feel the intense pain of dying from blood loss.. Was this a dream, or had he died already and gone to hell?

Holy crap! Chapter four finished? After all this time?!

Damn.. I couldn't believe that either xD

Thank you to all who read this

I only just found this.. I wrote it ages ago xD

Sorry to all who I have kept waiting.. And this may be the last chapter I upload of the story.. I'm very sorry to those who wanted an ending, I truly am /