Shun

Everything around me was dark, but I heard voices that sounded as if they were in tunnels. "He hasn't been bitten. We can definitely use him for an experiment or two." Experiment? What do they mean by that? I had no clue what was going on around me in this darkness.

Was I dead? Surely not. Why would people want to do experiments on me if I was dead? I couldn't feel my body. Instead, I felt as if I were floating in the blackness around me. I then did one thing I hadn't thought about yet; I opened my eyes. Oh how I wished I had kept them closed. The room I was in was a blinding white, and the lights shone down into my eyes and made me squint them shut. I turned my head back and forth slowly, looking for the source of the voices I had heard earlier. Up near the top of the ceiling, was a long window that took up the upper portion of the wall.

I was able to make out the shapes of people wearing white lab coats. It all came rushing back to me. I had just jumped from Murucho's place to give the others a better chance on making it from hoards of zombies, and the rope of my grappling hook had snapped and sent me to the zombie infested streets. I wasn't able to get away from them, and then one of those people up there had stuck me in my arm with something that had made my body limp and my mind tired.

I couldn't put up any resistance. I remembered who they were. They were the people who had released this relentless virus into the world, and were kidnapping any who were lucky enough to of survived so they could do tests on them to make an antidote that they were too stupid to make. Experiments. They're going to use me as a test subject for their antidote! They all turned and saw I was awake, and left the room.

I panicked. They were probably making there was down to my solid white room with a syringe of their latest atrocity to humanity. But my body could move, and my voice refused to speak. What had they injected into my body? Three of the men walked into the room, all wearing their protective white jump suits. The tallest one said to me, "We were wondering if we had injected too much tranquilizer into you.

But you finally woke up, and now you're going to help us. You know, we haven't seen many survivors lately, and you're too well kept to of been out there on your own. Do you know where any others may be?" I wanted to scream and fight back, but their 'tranquilizer' had disabled all of that. Now they were asking where the others were. Even if I did want to tell them, I couldn't speak.

"Hmm. Looks like the meds haven't worn off completely yet. We'll come back in an hour or so and see where you're at then." An hour. That's all I had left. Was a measly hour. But I'd never tell them where the others were. I started to wonder how they were holding up. Had they noticed my absence yet? This time, a woman in just a lab coat walked into the room. She held a syringe filled with a thick blue serum, and placed it down on a metal tray. She smiled and told me, "Maybe you'll be lucky number 388."

They've killed 387 people in the name of trying to cure this thing? 387 people who had survived one of their creations only to be killed by another that was trying to fix it? I really wasn't ever going to tell them where the others were. This number should never go over 388. I thought back to Alice. I had spent so many years watching from a distance, wondering about the what could be. I finally had it, and I had thrown it all away. All in the cause of giving them a chance to make it. I moved my hand.

I froze, realizing that I was gaining control back over my body. The meds were wearing off, and the sand in my hourglass was running out. My executors returned back into the room, and one wore a huge smile along his face. They must have been very confident in this batch of antidote. "Seems like enough of the medicine had worn off. We can go ahead and administer Antidote 388."

The woman who brought my death in a syringe, took an alcohol prep and wiped a spot on my arm clean. What's the point of that? I'm going to die anyway. I had no faith in their efforts to cure the destroyed human race. They took a think rubber band strip, and tied it around my arm. Then, the picked up the needle and I felt the tip puncture my skin, followed by the thick blue serum going into my veins. It was all a waiting game now.

Alice

"Shun would never abandon us! He had to have a reason for leaving!" I was yelling at Dan, trying to convince him that Shun hadn't left us here to die. But even I was having difficulties believing it myself. "Then explain why he isn't here, Alice!" I would of thrown in the theory of a zombie getting him, but all of his stuff had disappeared along with him. The relentless banging on the walls and doors continued as I said, "I don't know, Dan! I just refuse to believe that Shun left us here for food!"

Tears streaked down my face, and I wished that Shun were there to wipe them away. Cause I just didn't have it in me to go on anymore. We were trapped. No matter which angle you looked at it from. They were above and all around us. And even if we did clear out the upper floors, the jet still needed repairs. And that door wouldn't hold much longer. We had spent all of the valuable and precious time we had. Now we were nothing more that trapped food. One of the maids stepped into the sitting room from the hallway. Kato went up to her, "Anna, where have you been? We couldn't find you anywhere."

When that helicopter had flown over us, I tried to get as many people into the sitting room as I could, but I was missing one. Apparently it was her. She told Kato, "I was upstairs resting when I heard something like a helicopter. I looked out my window and saw them taking away that black haired boy." I shot straight up from my chair, almost knocking it over. "No! They couldn't of taken Shun!" She seemed shocked at my sudden outburst and told me, "I saw it with my own eyes. I may be getting old, but I can still see fine. He seemed to be very limp though, and wasn't putting up a fight at all."

My legs were shaking as I sat back down in sheer shock. Dan's face was also surprised, because the two of us knew what happened if you were taken back to that lab. You were as good as dead. Dan said with no expression, "It's been hours since that helicopter came this way. Shun's probably already dead. At least he didn't die like we're going to." Most of the people around here now would prefer death by lethal injection, but there was no telling how painful the one Shun probably had received.

I brought my hand up to my mouth to hide my quivering lip. Although I couldn't hide the tears flooding from my eyes. The maid Anna, the one who had given us this horrible news, came and sat next to me on the sofa. She wrapped an arm around my shoulders and whispered to me that it would be ok. No. It wouldn't be ok. In one day two people had died. One of which may have held our best chances of surviving. At least with Shun, we may have had a few more days left.

The sound of something like a bass drum rang out in the sky. Thunder. We saw one of the high placed windows turn from blue to dark gray and lightning cut through the clouds. You could hear the wail of the wind and rain through the walls. Sadly, a storm never deters the dead. I turned and face Kato. "Kato, can I ask of one favor if we ever do make it to the jet in time?" He raised one of his bushy eyebrows and said, "Sure. What is it?" I narrowed my eyes at the sound of zombies trying to claw their ways into the building. "I want to go to that lab."

Shun

Only seconds after the serum hit my bloodstream, the pain hit me. I was screaming as if I were being murdered. Which in a sense, I was. My face was soaked with tears of pain. My skin felt like it was trying to crawl away from my bones, and it burned as the serum went through my body. I could let out sobs cause my screams were taking them over. I tried to pull my arms around me, but they had tied my arms and legs down to the bed to restrain me. If I didn't die from the antidote first, I thought I may die from the pain instead. My body felt like it was on fire, and I was pouring sweat as my temperature increased.

They had explained to me that the antidote they were giving me was supposed to be the virus, but reversed. Instead of killing anything living, it restored anything dead or damaged. It felt like it was doing more damage than restoring. But right down the core, it was the virus that turned you into a mindless cannibal. I could tell my body temperature was much higher than it should be. Those devils in white lab coats were standing in their little observing room, taking notes on how the antidote destroyed my body.

I couldn't scream anymore. I had no more energy. Not even enough to flail like I had been at first. I wished I did though. Cause laying there and allowing the pain to course through my body was just too much. How can these people live with themselves? Have they no soul or mercy? Wires were stuck on me to monitor my vitals, and I wondered how off the charts they were at first and how dangerously low they were now. Cause at the moment, I felt dead. Anywhere that antidote went, felt dead.

If only I were. They pushed a little button and I heard a voice over a speaker. Well it's nice to communicate with your victims. "Just to tell you, the worst of this isn't over yet. What you felt was your body reacting to the foreign substance. It hasn't quit yet started fighting it." There's more to come? I moved my eyes to my wrists. Where they had tied them to the railing, had dark bruises on them from where I had flailed due to the pain. I wanted to say so many words to them, but just didn't have it in me.

I was panting now. Just as if I had run my entire life and was now taking a break. I could barely catch my breath, and I thought that for a minute that I wouldn't be able to breathe. I struggled, but was able to keep air in my lungs. Staring up at the ceiling, was the first time I noticed it was one big mirror. I could see everything in the room; all the medical equipment, wires plugged into me, and most of all, me. My skin color matched the white color of the room, and I could see dark circles around my eyes.

I looked like one of those things stumbling around outside. I started to think about who was the first person to get the virus, and the first to endure this pain. Were they anyone we knew? I doubted it. My thoughts went to Dan's plan to go to Murucho's place and take the jet to Moscow and used the transporter to go to another dimension. It all seemed so simple and easy.

Now, we were all trapped. All looking death in the eyes at every turn. I felt like a truck just rammed into my body, and I arched my back and screamed louder than I had earlier. I didn't think it was possible for the pain to get worse. My vision went from fuzzy to dark around the edges.

There was a reddish tint to everything as well, and I felt something warm and thick flow from my eyes. It touched my lips, and it tasted coppery. It was blood. I was crying blood. Now, I was back in my darkness, still able to feel all the pain.

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