HOUSE M.D.
Red Monday Chapter 4 : The Escape
I do not own House M.D. or the characters
Rated T for blah blah blah, etc. xP
Thirteen POV
They were dead. Both of them. Taub and the patient lay with their heads half gone on the floor. She blanched at the ashen-faced security officer who stood, gun raised and pointing at the dead... She wasn't sure what to call them. Her stomach rolled. He's dead.After Kutner she wasn't sure if she could take the loss of another of her colleagues. And now...
A sound similar to an explosion rocketed the area.
She cringed instinctively, then peeked out from beneath her arm to see ash and smoke and debris flying everywhere...
And emerging from it all came countless zombie creatures.
"Chase, get up!" She pleaded, desperately as they began to swarm down the halls. The stairwell. They had come from the stairwell... Why hadn't she thought of that? Of course if they could run then they could climb stairs too.
He didn't move.
"Help me!" She spun her head around, realizing that she was mostly alone, aside from Chase and nurses who were rounding the farthest corner or vanishing in to rooms. She whirled her head around again, seeing a door not far off. Without thinking she began to haul Chase's long, dead weight towards it. He was not as heavy as she expected, but heavy enough to send pain searing up her back. When it stiffened up, moving was going to be rather difficult.
She dropped him - a little too roughly - as she opened the door.
He grunted and she dragged him in to the room, bumping almost immediately in to a shelf.
"Fucking closets!" She swore angrily.
There was hardly enough room in there to breathe.
Still, the creatures were almost at them. She slammed the door, locking it from the inside (many doors like these were locked from the inside and not the outside), and they were enveloped in darkness.
Chase POV
Chase woke with a start and found himself met with a solid wave of darkness.
He panicked. All he could imagine was - thanks to all the zombie movies - a zombie coming out of the darkness to kill him. He reached out, on full alert and not sure where he was, and he sucked in a sudden breath as his hand met skin.
In an instant panic turned to defensive mode.
He aimed one bunch, his fist bouncing off cheek bone, and then he lunged, grabbing the creature by the throat.
"Chase!" The coughing reply sounded a lot like Thirteen. Mortified, he released her and scrambled away.
"Thirteen?" He struggled to speak. Shit!"I'm sorry! I thought you were one of those... things!" ... Yeah, that's a crappy reason. "Did I hurt you?" Another stupid question? His brain was dead, obviously. Maybe he had been bitten and it was already destroying his mind, because he usually wasn't this tongue tied.
"No, I'm great," she sounded a little overly cheerful.
He was about to speak but a sudden slam on the door made him flinch back in to the wall. Beyond the slamming, he could hear animal-like snarls and sounds that didn't sound... normal at all. This was worse than the movies. This was real.
Thirteen shifted back next to him. He felt her coat brush him.
"Be quiet and it will go away," she whispered.
Despite the brave tone in her voice she could feel her shaking. And he was a gentleman. Or, was in the basic term of the word. He scooted so he was ahead of her, the first to take any hit, and he felt, warily, his arm sliding around her shoulders.
She stiffened beneath his arm but did not protest or move away.
Thirteen POV
After a little while the banging stop and she relaxed. They waited in silence for a little while, hearing high pitched screams from places far off. In the distance she wondered if the sirens she heard were police cars, or the more ominous sirens of a city under siege.
This was supposed to be a normal day, she thought. What went wrong?
She realized she was lucky enough to survive - or was she? Was she just postponing the inevitable? Were they going to get slaughtered today like sheep?
"Let's try to find a safer place to hide," she started suggestively.
His lack of response told her yes.
Her jaw ached where his fist had connected with it, and she knew there was probably going to be a nasty bruise forming. Oh well. What did she expect? He was going to wake up and know he was in a janitor's closet away from all the zombies?
Slowly she began to shift the door open. She looked out, holding her breath as she glanced down the hallway.
To the right. Then the left... And then...
A red eye stared back at her and a zombie's face slammed in to the door. She fell backwards, yelping in panic and knocking over half the junk on the shelves. As towels and buckets and other items rained down, Chase lunged for the door and wrestled the zombie's strength to slam it shut and lock it.
She shifted away from the mess she'd made of the shelves as she heard him sink to the ground beside the door, sighing.
"I think we're staying."
This took awhile. Apologies!