His head hurt as he looked up.
The doctor was in sickbay. And currently it was more of a morgue. Spock was motionless on the floor. The captain's body jerked and then fell flat. There was a resounding beep as several more heart monitors went dead.
Doctor Leonard McCoy turned around quickly to reach for his tools.
"Helllppp…meeee…pleasseeeee…." Spock pleaded from the floor. His skin was sunken in and pulled tight against his sharp cheekbones. His eyebrows furrowed as he begged. He reached up and grabbed McCoy's wrist.
To the doctor's horror it disintegrated as well as all of the Vulcan's body. Shaking the dust of the former first officer off his wrist he looked around once more for his hypo. Any thing would work at the moment, but he had to do something before everyone died.
He scanned the room again with his eyes: his medical instruments were no were on board the ship. Then he paused for a moment and looked over at the deceased captain once more. He gasped at what he saw.
Kirk sat straight up. His body was decaying, and his eyes were alight with the very fires of hell. He held out his hand beckoning the doctor, "Come, closer, yessss…."
Spock's voice drifted about in the air vents, "Fear us, and join…"
Heavy breathing from lifeless corpses was all around him. Some had jell oozing from there eyes and some had arms so twisted they were definitely broken.
His heart was pumping, his blood was rushing. In his ignorance, in his lack of capability he had let them all die. Reborn as the dead zombies they came to kill him just as he had let them die.
And, I mean, how can you kill over 400 dead people out to kill you?
Suddenly Uhura snuck up behind him and swung at him with a heavy club. He turned around dazed. Shaking, he raised a hand to the back of his head and felt blood. Kirk giggled as he took a mace and sung it at Bone's stomach. Everyone laughed at the dying doctor and while falling into unconsciousness he screamed.
He had heard each of them scream before as they had died, but now he screamed. None matched his shriek, shrill, horrifying cry of despair and lost cause.
o-o-o-o-o
The memories were buzzing in his head. He couldn't shake the felling that something was wrong. However when the blackness cleared he awoke and saw two familiar eyes. Half dazed he looked up.
"Spock?"
(A/N Next chapter, Spock's POV of what happened. Will be longer and poswsibly an ending! He he...FYI, some of this should be in Italics, if you know what I mean.)