Don't own a thing...so I probably should get a job or something. But that would get in the way of of me being lazy.

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It takes a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the light of the room. Damn, this place looks worse than the mall. There are files strewn across the floor and reception desk, chairs overturned and various medical supplies scattered everywhere. As we drag the unconscious man through the doors another man quickly begins to rebuild the blockade. Judging from the uniform, he must be a security guard.

With the help of the man in the labcoat I am able to get my crash victim into a chair in the waiting room. The security guard finishes rebuilding the blockade.

"Where did you two come from?" asks the doctor. "We haven't seen anyone else alive in over two days."

"I came from the mall a few miles away. Liffey Valley, I think it's called. I hit him with my car on the way over here." I nodded to the man in the seat. "What the hell is going on?"

"What do you mean? You've seen the zombies, haven't you? The entire city must be overrun by now. How did you manage to survive this long." asked the doctor.

How long has this been going on for? Why can't I remember?

"I...I don't remember. All I know is that I woke up earlier tonight in a shopping mall infested with zombies. I don't remember how I got there. I don't remember anything...except having a massive headache."

"Yes, that does look like a nasty wound." The doctor looks at the blood soaked bandage wrapped around my head. "We'll need to treat you immediately. Your friend too. You say you have no memory before you woke up."

"Yeah. Well, I can remember my first name, Claire, but that's about it."

"Well, Claire, I'm Dr. Paul Walker. This is Dave. He's a security guard here in the hospital."

"So you just show up here after...losing your memory. Kinda convinient isn't it." Dave speaks for the first time.

"What do you mean?" I ask, surprised.

"Why here? There must have been a hundred other places you could have gone."

"This is a hospital, isn't it? And the last time I checked I wasn't exactly in great shape." What's this guy's problem?

"Fine, whatever." he turns to Dr. Walker. "I'm gonna go check the other barricades." He says before walking off down a corridor.

"Is he always that friendly?"

"He's just a little...on edge. We've been trying to keep the zombies out for days now. They've got into most parts of the hospital but we've kept them out of this area so far. We evacuated most of the patients and staff when the attacks began but a few of us stayed behind. Of the ten who stayed behind, we're the only two left "

"Then why don't you get out of here?"

"It's...too dangerous. The zombies are everywhere. We're safer here." he says, not too convincingly. "Come on. Help me get your friend to one of the exam rooms. I need to treat you both."

I grab an overturned wheelchair from the corner of the room and we both manage to get the man into it. Dr. Walker wheels him down the corridor with me following behind. We eventually reach a room with 'Exam 1' written on the door. Walker goes in first, turning on the lights. The room is full of medical equipment and supplies. There are also two beds at the far wall.

"How is there still light and power in the hospital. The power to the rest of the city seems to be shut down." I ask.

"We have a generator in the basement. The zombies haven't been able to make it down there yet." he replies as we take the man from the wheelchair and lie him on one of the beds.

The doctor examines him and begins treating his wounds. After a few minutes he looks a little better. His head wound is bandaged and most of the blood has been cleaned from his face.

"How is he?"

"Well, he has a moderate concussion and I think a few cracked ribs as well but he should be fine. It could have been a lot worse if you hadn't brought him here. Now lets get that bandage off you and see how you are."

I sit on the other bed as he removes the bloodstained bandage. He examines my head before sterilising and bandging the wound again.

"Looks like a blunt trauma to the skull. Mabye with a hammer or a baseball bat. You're lucky to be alive. I think it's very likely that the trauma caused the retrograde amnesia you seem to be suffering from. You also have a moderate concussion like your friend here. I won't be able to see how bad the injury is with the equipment here. But the fact that you seem to be lucid and alert is a good sign."

"Doctor, will I get my memory back?" I brace myself for the bad news I fear is coming.

"I don't know. You'll probably get at least some of your memories back, perhaps even all of them. I'm afraid all we can do is wait and see. For now you should get some rest. I be back to check on you in a few hours" He leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

Damn it! I have to get my memories back. I have something important to do here. I can feel it.

I lie down on the bed trying to remember...anything. Where do I live? Who are my friends, my family? Why does this all feel so familiar. I look over to the figure in the other bed. Mabye he knows something. I can feel myslef getting sleepy. I'll just rest for a while....

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"Claire! Get out of here now!" he shouts.

I know him. I recognise his face, his spiked brown hair. The uniform he's wearing. It's all familiar but I still can't remember.

"I'm not leaving." Huh? Was that me? It sounds like me, only I'm not speaking.

"Damn it, Claire. Go, now!" he shouts again. "Barry's waiting on the roof with the helicopter. I'll hold them off"

I can hear them coming up the stairwell. The footsteps of a squad of soldiers coming to kill us. They're close. Close enough to hear the orders being sent to their radio's.

"Wesker to Alpha Leader. I wan't all three of them captured alive."

"Roger, sir."

I turn to run up the last flight of stairs to the helipad on the roof when the first guard comes around the corner to be greeted by a blast of the brown-haired man's shotgun. The force of the blast knocks the soldier backwards down the stairs. He fires a few more shots at the soldiers as the make their way up the stairs. I burst through the door to the roof and turn around in time to see the brown-haired man getting shot in the leg and falling to the ground. He is quickly engulfed by a mob of soldiers, kicking and punching him unconscious.

"CHRIS!!!" I shout before being dragged away from the door by strong arms and practically thrown into the helicopter.

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"Chris!" I jolt upright suddenly, covered in sweat. I must have been dreaming.

"Who's Chris?" a voice startles me.

I look over to the other bed and see that the man I hit is finally awake.

"Actually, I have a better question. Who the hell are you? And where the hell am I?"

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Okay, so this is kind of a short chapter. But I do have exams that I'm supposed to be studying for. Which I shall do now. Any second now. Right now. I'm definitely gonna go start. Um...in a few more minutes.