September 27th. Morning. Time unknown.
I opened my eyes drowsily and sat up in my bed. The pain wasn't as bad anymore but it still hurt a little bit to move. My room was different somehow. It took me awhile to realize, until my vision cleared from the sleep. The lights were out, and there was no sign of light out in the hallway either. It was also dead quiet. It gave me an uneasy feeling. I winced and sucked in a deep breath as I shifted to get out of bed, and placed my bare feet on the cold tile floor, stood up, and with a hand on my wrapped ribs, I walked slowly, almost limping, over to the door and opened it slowly. There was no light inside from the actual electricity. All light that existed came from the sun shining in through the windows, and that itself wasn't much but enough to basically see. Still, there was no sign of life, except for myself.
"H-hello?!" I called out, hesitantly. My voice traveled throughout the halls in an uneasy manner, and I became uncomfortable. I stepped back into my room and closed the door. I tried the light switch, and sure enough, no power. I stepped over to the closet and pulled out my clothes, hanging up neatly. They had a few small tears in them and some blood stains, but they had been washed, I could tell. I stripped off the gown and redressed, sliding my shoes and jacket on after I had applied my shirt and pants. I found my cap on the upper shelf. I didn't feel like leaving without it, as it represented my home, so I plucked it off the shelf and put it back on my head, the way caps were normally worn, brim facing forward. Then I stepped out of the room again, this time, fully out into the hallway and looked around, yet again, no sound of anyone. My first instinct was a gut feeling to get out of there, so I made for the stairs, assuming that if the power was out, then there'd be no use in trying the elevators.
I found the doorway to the stairs and started my way down. I felt like being slow and quiet for some reason. The thought that my sneakers on the steps echoing didn't seem pleasant to me. Something was wrong. Very wrong. What put the hospital like this in just one day? Did it have something to do with the strange cases going around, I wondered? But I didn't know. All thanks to my slow progress of descending the staircase, it took me awhile to get from my floor, Floor 14, until I reached the lobby, which like my floor, or the floor I was on rather as I didn't really own it, was dark, empty and quiet. I looked up ahead of me through the glass doors that lead outside to the parking lot. There I noticed two things:
1. It looked like there was some sort of accident outside, because there was a car with shattered windows out front.
2. People! A group of hospital employees were leaning over something on their knees. I figured there was probably an injured person they were trying to get on a stretcher or something.
I felt a swarm of relief in my chest and I walked over to the automatic doors which were open, then to the set of manual doors that lead outside, pushed them open and stepped over to the employees. I recognized Mary as one of them. She still had her pretty black hair in a ponytail.
"Well there you guys are," I said with a friendly tone in my voice, setting my right hand on my hip as I held my left arm against my ribs. "I figured something happened when I woke up. Was there a blackout or something?"
Mary was the first to raise her head, acknowledging my prescence. Then a few others looked up and they all turned towards me. What I saw made me jump back in horror. Their lips were all trimmed in blood but it wasn't theirs. They had no visible wounds on their mouths. Then their eyes...their eyes...they were different. Not like a human's, but slightly different. Their pupils were nothing bit small pinpricks of black, almost non existant. I took a look down at what had their attention and cupped a hand over my mouth and turned away, to keep from vomiting. I was looking at the body of a man which had been torn open like he was attacked by a pack of wild dogs. But after putting two and two together I came to realization that it wasn't dogs or any animal that attacked him. It was the employees that did. They had killed him, and were eating him until I interupted. I turned back to them with a look of shock and disgust. They were now rising to their feet and beginning to come towards me, slowly.
"Wh--what the hell is wrong with you people?" I choked out and stepped away from them. The sound of tearing flesh caught my ears and I looked towards the car with broken windows where a pair of legs were sticking out of the passenger side, a woman's. Probably the guy's wife. I felt my stomach turn when another employee of the hospital, this one a doctor in a white coat, raised up into view, holding remaints of a nearly completed yet unborn child. I quickly turned away, feeling it difficult to not vomit right there. Instead I gave a disgusted cry and turned back to the advancing employees. "Stay back!" I raised my voice and took a few steps away. They kept coming, walking slowly, more like shuffling or staggering. I got a good look at them now and noted some sort of damage to their bodies. Mary had lost a chunk out of the side of her neck. Another employee, a male, had deep scratch marks to his face and throat, and one of the others was actually missing an eye and the flesh from his left cheek. What boggled me the most is how could they have survived attacks like this? Especially Mary, since I knew damage to the jugular caused one to bleed alot, which she had earlier, the large wet, bloody area on her shirt gave that away, along with the blood of the victim she had been...feasting on.
I continued retreating until I felt a pair of cold fleshy hands grab me around the back of the neck and a pair of teeth pressing down on my jacket at the shoulder but not through it. On reaction, I jerked around and drove an elbow into the attacker's head and knocked them off of me, then stepped away from them, almost tripping. This one was a security gaurd which had come from around the corner, accompanied by another six or seven, crazy- eyed lunatics. It was then that the only thought I could think of next, was one word, "Run!" and I did. I spun around and ran as fast as my legs and condition would carry me. My ribs hurt from my fast breathing, causing me to cradle my wrapped arm against it, along with my other hand over it to try and stop the pain. I ran out of the parking lot and out into the street where something else stopped me. The whole surrounding enviroment. I looked around in horror. As must as the sudden amount of trash and papers spilt across the streets, the sight of crashed and tipped over vehicles, some smudged with blood, just left me in a frozen state of fear. What in the hell happened here? What the hell was going on? A sound snapped me out of my daze, an odd groan and I turned to the parking lot where the two groups of numbered employees of the hospital had now combined into one, turning seven and five into twelve. Twelve cannibals with pale skin, odd wounds and eerie eyes. That's all I could put together at the moment, and I wasn't about to stick around to ask more questions. I picked a random direction, left, and went back to running. I looked back to see if they were following me. They were, but still keeping up their lazy, pace, giving me an advantage in which I made a large distance between us in no time. I turned back ahead to keep my eyes on where I was going.
I ran through the streets a good five minutes, just to be safe. Finally, I grew tired and came to a stop, panting heavily and took a seat on the curb where finally, I let out a sickening gag and vomited onto the side of the street, what I had eaten the afternoon before. I wiped my mouth and leaned up against a telephone pole, closing my eyes as I let out a distressed moan of anguish. I had never seen anything like what I saw back at the hospital before. These murders Mary told me about..back when she was alive..weren't just from cannibals. Cannibals don't walk with gaping wounds and similar eyes. I, of course, failed to regard the fact that maybe the eyes were fake and a sign of them being members of some gang. I shook my head and banged the back of it lightly on the pole. 'Don't be stupid Clive' I thought to myself, 'You know that's not it. These people aren't humans. They're fucking monsters!' A distant groan, similar to the ones the once 'friendly' employees at the hospital had made, caught my ears. It wasn't that close but it made me uncomfortable to I rose to my feet and began to walk in the opposite direction but stopped again after just a few feet and looked to the side at something that got my attention. A newspaper. I don't know how I noticed it amongst all the other papers scattered about, but I did. I walked over to it and picked it up hesitantly, afraid to touch it because of the blood stains. I gasped in disbelief at the headline. It couldn't really be true, but it was there as plain as day, in black and white, with a black and white photo of similar looking people walking all in one crowd. I dropped the paper to the ground and rubbed my eyes, feeling tears of fear coming as I started to walk on again, thinking about what the words had said. Three simple words, that made me even more afraid to be near these...things. Clear as day, I read it and did not mistake the words, 'The Dead Walk!'
I opened my eyes drowsily and sat up in my bed. The pain wasn't as bad anymore but it still hurt a little bit to move. My room was different somehow. It took me awhile to realize, until my vision cleared from the sleep. The lights were out, and there was no sign of light out in the hallway either. It was also dead quiet. It gave me an uneasy feeling. I winced and sucked in a deep breath as I shifted to get out of bed, and placed my bare feet on the cold tile floor, stood up, and with a hand on my wrapped ribs, I walked slowly, almost limping, over to the door and opened it slowly. There was no light inside from the actual electricity. All light that existed came from the sun shining in through the windows, and that itself wasn't much but enough to basically see. Still, there was no sign of life, except for myself.
"H-hello?!" I called out, hesitantly. My voice traveled throughout the halls in an uneasy manner, and I became uncomfortable. I stepped back into my room and closed the door. I tried the light switch, and sure enough, no power. I stepped over to the closet and pulled out my clothes, hanging up neatly. They had a few small tears in them and some blood stains, but they had been washed, I could tell. I stripped off the gown and redressed, sliding my shoes and jacket on after I had applied my shirt and pants. I found my cap on the upper shelf. I didn't feel like leaving without it, as it represented my home, so I plucked it off the shelf and put it back on my head, the way caps were normally worn, brim facing forward. Then I stepped out of the room again, this time, fully out into the hallway and looked around, yet again, no sound of anyone. My first instinct was a gut feeling to get out of there, so I made for the stairs, assuming that if the power was out, then there'd be no use in trying the elevators.
I found the doorway to the stairs and started my way down. I felt like being slow and quiet for some reason. The thought that my sneakers on the steps echoing didn't seem pleasant to me. Something was wrong. Very wrong. What put the hospital like this in just one day? Did it have something to do with the strange cases going around, I wondered? But I didn't know. All thanks to my slow progress of descending the staircase, it took me awhile to get from my floor, Floor 14, until I reached the lobby, which like my floor, or the floor I was on rather as I didn't really own it, was dark, empty and quiet. I looked up ahead of me through the glass doors that lead outside to the parking lot. There I noticed two things:
1. It looked like there was some sort of accident outside, because there was a car with shattered windows out front.
2. People! A group of hospital employees were leaning over something on their knees. I figured there was probably an injured person they were trying to get on a stretcher or something.
I felt a swarm of relief in my chest and I walked over to the automatic doors which were open, then to the set of manual doors that lead outside, pushed them open and stepped over to the employees. I recognized Mary as one of them. She still had her pretty black hair in a ponytail.
"Well there you guys are," I said with a friendly tone in my voice, setting my right hand on my hip as I held my left arm against my ribs. "I figured something happened when I woke up. Was there a blackout or something?"
Mary was the first to raise her head, acknowledging my prescence. Then a few others looked up and they all turned towards me. What I saw made me jump back in horror. Their lips were all trimmed in blood but it wasn't theirs. They had no visible wounds on their mouths. Then their eyes...their eyes...they were different. Not like a human's, but slightly different. Their pupils were nothing bit small pinpricks of black, almost non existant. I took a look down at what had their attention and cupped a hand over my mouth and turned away, to keep from vomiting. I was looking at the body of a man which had been torn open like he was attacked by a pack of wild dogs. But after putting two and two together I came to realization that it wasn't dogs or any animal that attacked him. It was the employees that did. They had killed him, and were eating him until I interupted. I turned back to them with a look of shock and disgust. They were now rising to their feet and beginning to come towards me, slowly.
"Wh--what the hell is wrong with you people?" I choked out and stepped away from them. The sound of tearing flesh caught my ears and I looked towards the car with broken windows where a pair of legs were sticking out of the passenger side, a woman's. Probably the guy's wife. I felt my stomach turn when another employee of the hospital, this one a doctor in a white coat, raised up into view, holding remaints of a nearly completed yet unborn child. I quickly turned away, feeling it difficult to not vomit right there. Instead I gave a disgusted cry and turned back to the advancing employees. "Stay back!" I raised my voice and took a few steps away. They kept coming, walking slowly, more like shuffling or staggering. I got a good look at them now and noted some sort of damage to their bodies. Mary had lost a chunk out of the side of her neck. Another employee, a male, had deep scratch marks to his face and throat, and one of the others was actually missing an eye and the flesh from his left cheek. What boggled me the most is how could they have survived attacks like this? Especially Mary, since I knew damage to the jugular caused one to bleed alot, which she had earlier, the large wet, bloody area on her shirt gave that away, along with the blood of the victim she had been...feasting on.
I continued retreating until I felt a pair of cold fleshy hands grab me around the back of the neck and a pair of teeth pressing down on my jacket at the shoulder but not through it. On reaction, I jerked around and drove an elbow into the attacker's head and knocked them off of me, then stepped away from them, almost tripping. This one was a security gaurd which had come from around the corner, accompanied by another six or seven, crazy- eyed lunatics. It was then that the only thought I could think of next, was one word, "Run!" and I did. I spun around and ran as fast as my legs and condition would carry me. My ribs hurt from my fast breathing, causing me to cradle my wrapped arm against it, along with my other hand over it to try and stop the pain. I ran out of the parking lot and out into the street where something else stopped me. The whole surrounding enviroment. I looked around in horror. As must as the sudden amount of trash and papers spilt across the streets, the sight of crashed and tipped over vehicles, some smudged with blood, just left me in a frozen state of fear. What in the hell happened here? What the hell was going on? A sound snapped me out of my daze, an odd groan and I turned to the parking lot where the two groups of numbered employees of the hospital had now combined into one, turning seven and five into twelve. Twelve cannibals with pale skin, odd wounds and eerie eyes. That's all I could put together at the moment, and I wasn't about to stick around to ask more questions. I picked a random direction, left, and went back to running. I looked back to see if they were following me. They were, but still keeping up their lazy, pace, giving me an advantage in which I made a large distance between us in no time. I turned back ahead to keep my eyes on where I was going.
I ran through the streets a good five minutes, just to be safe. Finally, I grew tired and came to a stop, panting heavily and took a seat on the curb where finally, I let out a sickening gag and vomited onto the side of the street, what I had eaten the afternoon before. I wiped my mouth and leaned up against a telephone pole, closing my eyes as I let out a distressed moan of anguish. I had never seen anything like what I saw back at the hospital before. These murders Mary told me about..back when she was alive..weren't just from cannibals. Cannibals don't walk with gaping wounds and similar eyes. I, of course, failed to regard the fact that maybe the eyes were fake and a sign of them being members of some gang. I shook my head and banged the back of it lightly on the pole. 'Don't be stupid Clive' I thought to myself, 'You know that's not it. These people aren't humans. They're fucking monsters!' A distant groan, similar to the ones the once 'friendly' employees at the hospital had made, caught my ears. It wasn't that close but it made me uncomfortable to I rose to my feet and began to walk in the opposite direction but stopped again after just a few feet and looked to the side at something that got my attention. A newspaper. I don't know how I noticed it amongst all the other papers scattered about, but I did. I walked over to it and picked it up hesitantly, afraid to touch it because of the blood stains. I gasped in disbelief at the headline. It couldn't really be true, but it was there as plain as day, in black and white, with a black and white photo of similar looking people walking all in one crowd. I dropped the paper to the ground and rubbed my eyes, feeling tears of fear coming as I started to walk on again, thinking about what the words had said. Three simple words, that made me even more afraid to be near these...things. Clear as day, I read it and did not mistake the words, 'The Dead Walk!'