Chapter 5: The light of hope.

Phillip and Quinn stood outside one of the bite patients room, they could see through the glass in the door and the patient seemed to be sleeping soundly without any pain and didn't appear to be dead. However Quinn couldn't see the steady rise and fall of the man's chest.

"Where'd this guy get bit?" Phillip asked as he gripped his shotgun tightly.

"He got bit on the wrist look." Quinn pointed at the bandage on the man's wrist, "It wouldn't stop bleeding we eventually had to seal the wound with a form of super glue."

"Super glue?"

"Yes, it's what it was originally designed for, to fix up broken soldiers in Vietnam"

"Really? Well I guess you learn something new every day."

"Any way to the matter at hand, we need to check this guy."

"Okay, oh by the way you might want this." Phillip reached down to his utility belt and drew a large Smith and Weston Revolver from its holster and handed it to Quinn.

"A gun?" Quinn stammered as he held the pistol awkwardly.

"Yes and I'll give you some ammo for it once we've dealt with this guy."

"Okay but I'm not sure how to handle it." Quinn said scanning the gun.

"Well for now, just point it and pull the trigger I shouldn't think you'll need to reload any time soon."

"Right on three we go in okay?"

"Yes"

"1...2...3...GO"

Both of them piled into the room and pointed their guns at the man. Then, nothing, the man on the bed didn't stir and the two were left standing in the doorway feeling very awkward. Then suddenly the man sat up, his eyes were empty and cold displaying only the emotion of anger and a hint of desperation. He had chance to let out a low growl before Phillip's shotgun ripped the top half of his head off and his face.

Quinn couldn't stop himself from jumping he wasn't sure whether it was the shuck of the zombie sitting bolt up right or Phillip's shotgun.

The pair then left as set about dealing with the other patients

Elsewhere in the hospital Steven, Seth, Daniel and Marcus were patrolling the hallways and checking all the shutters to make sure that no one could get in.

Steven and Daniel were currently checking a room where a patient in a coma lay sleeping his life support machine bleeping away happily in the dull light.

"So you were in the military?" Daniel asked

"Yeah, I was in the rangers" Steven said not glorifying it in the slightest.

"Did you see action?" Daniel asked smacking the shutter to check its strength.

"Once" Steven said not wanting to go into it, but he knew Daniel would pry.

"Where?"

"You see that film a few years ago, Black Hawk Down it was based on a book, it'd got that English actor in it."

"You served there? What was it like?"

"Nothing like the film" Steven said frowning he really didn't want to go into it now. Steven now held a shotgun given to him by Seth reluctantly but Marcus and Phillip had both ordered him to hand it over.

Daniel looked shocked then he stepped away from the shutters and holstered his pistol.

"Well that looks like it'll hold"

"Right let's move along to the next room."

"Ahhh man I can't believe you made me give my gun to the janitor" Seth said as he and Marcus walked down one of the dark corridors.

"Chill out you still have your pistol" Marcus replied

"Yeah but a shotgun has a kick to it, I love that gun" Seth said as he checked another shutter.

Marcus said nothing-just shuck his head.

Rebecca had taken the lift to the top floor and she was currently waiting for the doors to open.

BONG

The doors opened to reveal a large double oak door was brass finishing on the handle.

She wasted no time in getting into the office as she had the key to it. Last time she'd gone into the manager's office without permission he'd gone crazy telling her to respect his privacy. It was only cause she'd found some porn magazines in the draws. As she entered she wasn't surprised to see a handgun lying on the huge hand carved oak table.

She lifted it off the table and felt the weight in her hand. It was a desert eagle; at least that's what it said on the side. She'd never been interested in guns really.

At least there were some weapons in this office. Perhaps there was still hope.