John was surrounded by tall men in white coats that hung to their feet. He was laying on his back on what appeared to be a stretcher of some sort. He couldn't feel anything. He didn't know where he was. A bright white light was shining right into John's eyes, it prevented him from seeing the faces of those surrounding him and hurt his eyes. Their speech was garbled and he couldn't decipher any of it. John was scared. He tried to speak out but no matter how hard he tried nothing came out, not a noise, nothing. He wanted to run but his body did not permit him to do so. His eyes darted around and he spotted a red and white symbol on one of the mens coats...

John woke up in a cold sweat and was panting. He's had that dream before. He didn't understand the significance of it. Perhaps is was just that. A dream. And nothing more. John got out of his bed and looked at his clock. He hadn't been asleep for terribly too long. Maybe an hour or two. John stood up and stretched out. Then walked over to his bathroom and attempted to turn on the water in his sink. The faucet handle broke off and not even a drop of water came out. John leaned on the counter and looked at his face in the mirror. He was staring at himself, in deep thought. Just then a figure moved past the doorframe just behind John. John stood still for a minute listening then exhaled. He figured it was probably just his imagination. Then there was a loud crash outside in the hall of the complex. And a scream that chilled John to the bone.

"What the hell? Who would be up this late?"

John went to his closet and put on a clean pair of jeans, a white T-Shirt and shoes. He flipped the light switch in his apartment but the electricity also seemed to be out. John cussed under his breath. Upon exiting his apartment John noticed his door was opened. He didn't leave it open. Maybe unlocked but never open. John shrugged then carefully made his way out into the dark hallway. As soon as he stepped out he saw another shadowy figure, this time it moved into Roberts room.

"Rob. I thought you were sick bud!" John said jokingly.

John pursued the figure and was met with the splashing of what appeared to be water under his footsteps. There were puddles of it all over. John figured there was just a leak or someone had spilled something... John worked his way over to Rob's room and was met with a pungent smell. Similar to the rotten food he had in his broken fridge.

"Jeese Rob, what died in here?"

The figure could be seen standing in the middle of Rob's room. All sorts of junk was on the floor, even the T.V which was broken into several pieces and strewn about the room.

"Rob... Are you ok?"

John walked over and put his hand on the figures shoulder and it turned around hissing. John pulled his arm back instantly. Just then the light flickered on and John caught a glimpse of Rob. Or what used to be Rob. Pieces of skin were hanging off, in some places there were deep gashes and holes. His teeth were yellow and few in number. His hair was falling and his eyes were clouded white. His face was barely recognizable but it was indeed Rob.

"What the fuck?" John backed away. The light flickered back off and on periodically.

John didn't know what to do. What was wrong with Rob?

"Rob? What happened to you? Are you ok?"

Rob shuffled forward, arms outstretched, moaning.

"Stay back Rob. ROB!"

But to no avail Rob continued forward and then swung at John. His mangled hand caught John on the shoulder clenched down. John grabbed Rob's hand and threw it off him. Literally. His withered hand became detached and flew across the room. John backed up into a wall and Rob cornered him. Rob lunged forward and attempted to latch onto John with one hand and bite his neck. John wrestled with Rob then pressed him up to a window. Rob's jaw was inches from John's neck.

"Rob!!! Get a hold of yourself! STOP!"

But Robert wouldn't stop. He couldn't stop. Not even if he wanted to. Because Robert was no longer Robert. He was a mere shadow of his former self. With a firm push John launched Robert out of the window. Rob's lifeless body flew down several stories in a shower of glass and entrails. John was in shock. His eyes were wide open. He stood completely still and looked down at his hands with his jaw wide open. Then after regaining composure he looked out the window but only saw a pool of glass and no body.

"What the hell? I gotta call the cops."

John ran out of Rob's room and the hall light flickered on and John saw that it was not water he was stepping in, it was pools of blood. While John was running down the hall the apartment doors all around him sprung to life. Fists pounded them with intensity. John stopped for a minute then listened. He heard another scream.

"Oh god! Someone help me pleeeasee!"

The voice was that of a young female. Mary, Meredith? John wasn't sure of her name. He didn't know half the people that lived there anyway.

"Hey? What's going on in there???"

"EAAAHHHHH!" The woman screamed bloody murder.

Without waiting a moment more John kicked the door down with brute strength. The room smelled the same as Robert's. The room was dark and hard to navigate. Just like Robert's room there were articles of clothing and all sorts of odds and ends strewn about. John saw a figure bent over by a window and approached it. But it wasn't the body of a young woman. It was a man. The figure stood up and faced John.

"Hey is everything alright here? I heard screaming."

The figure spoke only in gurgles. Then it crept toward John and stopped in front of him. John pulled out a lighter and with a few clicks lit the figure in front of him. It was just like Robert. It looked.... dead. It had blood smeared all over its face and tissue hanging from its mouth. John looked behind it and saw the young woman. Her throat was torn out and she had claw marks all over. Just as John realized all this the figure lunged for him. John threw it down then kicked it in the gut a few times. But that didn't keep the beast down. It got back up, as if unaffected by the blows it had received. John picked up a broken table leg and hit it in the face a few times. The blows were bone crushing. John's strength was too much for even the undead abomination. It's head caved in by the fourth blow and its body crumpled to the floor, limp. Behind the figure John saw the dead body of the woman who had screamed. Her throat was brutally ripped from her and her clothing was torn. John gagged then turned around and exited the apartment.

"Ok something's wrong. Something's really wrong here."

John got back out into the hallway and started to head to his room when the two doors in between him and his room bust open, two more things grabbed John on both sides of him. John threw one off then held the other at bay with hard blows to the face until at last throwing it to the floor. John turned around and headed for the ground floor. He jumped the service desk and picked up the phone but it was dead. John didn't waste much time. The things upstairs were coming closer. John could hear their moaning growing nearer by the second. John opened the door to the complex and stepped out.

Stepped out into hell.