Chapter Three
Nick hung up the phone with an angry Kelly Sheftal and sighed in relief, brushing his shoulder length white hair out of his unusually young face. He called Alli also, and she should be arriving at his door anytime soon, which was sealed tightly, in case Angel escaped from the Experimental Wing.
Finally, three loud knocks rattled the giant chromium door, and he activated the camera above it on the outside, sighing in relief as he saw the top of Alli's head. He pressed the button so that the door slid slowly open, and she bustled inside, her eyes widened in fear behind tutor's glasses.
"Oh God, Nick, how could anything like this happen?" She gasped, throwing her arms around him. His cheeks flushed a light pink as he returned the hug by patting her gently on the back.
"I don't know," he replied, after they broke apart. "The glass holding her inside is…was three inches thick." He took off his glasses and wiped them on his lab coat, cleaning them. "It might have been the virus that gave her that strength." Alli sighed.
"Let's hope not. If Angel is that strong, then the others at that run down circus would be the same way. We'd need the entire U. S. Military to take them down." Nick didn't laugh. The statement was probably a fact.
"But, if we somehow learned to control-"
"Nick, don't even think about it! You know what happened the last time we tried to control these things!" Nick raised his hands in surrender.
"Alright! Alright, just calm down." Alli sighed, but jumped as a loud thud shook the lab door, as a loud, zombie like groan issued from behind it.
"Oh, fuck." Nick cursed, raising a .45 Caliber pistol to the door, Alli pulling out a small .38. The thing on the outside of the door hit it again, this time leaving a body print inside the chrome door. Finally, with one last hit, the door crumpled and the mangled body of Ben lurched into the room. Alli screamed, eyes widening as Ben let out a loud hungry groan and rushed at her. She raised her arm in front of her face like a protective shield as the zombie toppled her over. With strangled growls, she and the zombie Ben grappled on the ground, Ben's teeth trying to sink into her arm as she held its throat, feeling the drool slip down her wrist and down her fore arm.
"Hold on!" Nick screamed, struggling with the jammed safety on his gun, as the two fought, twisting and turning. Alli growled and punched the zombie Ben in the face.
"I'm try-"
Ben's teeth sunk into the crook between her thumb and index finger, biting into the soft flesh like a rabid dog. Alli let out a throat shredding scream as she tried to pry the zombie off of her. Finally, Nick released the safety and fired two rounds into Ben's head, watching his undead body shudder with each hit, and slump down, his teeth sliding out of Alli's hand, leaving go a wave of dark blood.
"Alli!" Nick cried as he ran to her, kneeling down beside her and looking at her wounded hand, which spewed blood like a broken Oil Well. "Oh god, Alli are you alright!" She clasped her unpunctured hand over the bite and pressed down, squeezing it slightly.
"I…I'm infected."
A/N: Short chapter, but a key thing happened here. A major thing! that's all the clues I'm gonna give you for now! Caio!