The peace did not last long. Before I knew it the alarms were sounding and the ricochets of bullets were filling the halls.
"Scanner! Run to the teleporter!" A scientist shouted. In the background a man's voice told us to be calm, but no one was going to listen. The unstoppable momentum of the panic rolled the ability to be calm out of every man, woman and child. The bottomless dread already consuming all of our sanity.
I sprinted to the teleporter room that I had been shown the other day. I never thought I would have to use it. The hall was full but that wouldn't stop me from survival. I did what I could, things I have no come to regret but I made it. Where I was going, I don't think anyone knew.
I soon found myself in a dark room. I could barely see my own hand in front of my face let alone the corpses accounting for the stench. As far as I could tell the room had no windows and a shut door. I fumbled around for what felt like hours and found a light switch. I did not like what I saw. Strewn about the room were the bodies of several mutilated humans and one woman who lay against the door apparently trying to keep the door shut. Her cause of death was obvious. A bullet to the head to ease her miseries, as her gun lay still in her hand. I did what any survival crazy man would do. I took the gun.
I listened for a short amount of time. The absolute silence was as chilling as it was comforting. I pushed the body away and pulled the door ajar just enough so I could see outside. Immediately a zombie pressed itself against the door. In terror I shot at it hoping to maybe bring it down but no luck. The hulking beast just moved closer and closer reaching it long claws out to me. I cried as I shot. I knew that my life was to end and that the pain I had gone through would amount to nothing.
By pure luck one of my random shots had found itself onto the parasite bringing its life to an end. I breathed hard as I stomped hard on the dead crab loosing its entrails across the floor. As I calmed down I looked upon the body that once served as the host for this vicious parasite. It's head had been whittled down to nothing more than a bloody representation of a face and the ripped jacket revealed a huge cut down the body entire upper body. Was this my destiny? Was I going to become such an abomination? If it was in my power to avoid such a thing it would be so. I would not be killed by anything, not a headcrab, not civil services, nothing would stop my survival. But the true issue was now.
The calm did not last long as other zombies soon started bashing up against the front door of the building. I knew what I had to do. There was no way I could ever shoot through the zombies with 4 bullets left so I had to jump out of one of the few windows the building provided into what surely would be a terrifying experience. I could see nothing. Just like room I had just a while ago exited from it was pitch black and I was without a flashlight.
Besides the outline of the monolithic buildings around me all there was to see was a fire in the distance. Curiosity overtook me as I found myself walking closer and closer to it. As I approached the fire I saw a woman sitting on a bench calmly smoking. She was wearing a white lab coat and at her feet was an orange suit of some sort.
She looked over at me with little emotion and said, "Take it."
I was confused. She gave no implication to what "it" is. She quickly threw away her cigarette and grew a face of rage. She screamed those two words again as she stood and drew a knife. On instinct I pulled out my pistol and took aim.
"I don't want to hurt you," I shouted crying, "We can work together!"
No luck. She charged at me and I was forced to let loose a single but fatal bullet. Her neck exploded in blood and she let out one last scream. I got near and searched her pockets, finding nothing but a wallet. I looked through it too make sure that I didn't kill anyone of importance but was in luck as I didn't recognize the name on her business card. The only other identification I could find was a scratched up card saying "-l-ck M-sa Lambd- Di-io- Dr. Gina Cr-"
I tossed away the card and took her knife as I found to my delight several clips for the same model pistol I was using. I was sleepy. I actively resisted the urge to rest but I quickly succumbed. I knew not what would happen when I awoke but a night's sleep was all I truly needed.