Tomas could not believe what was happening to him. He was stuck, stuck in a video game with absolutely no idea as to how to get back. Is it a game? It feels so real! It had been a while since the doctor had left the room, leaving him with an eerie silence. He shivered. "I-it's a hospital," he said trying to calm himself, "it's supposed to be quite." Yeah, you just keep telling yourself that. And maybe you laugh when zombies are eating your face for dinner. Tomas winced at his thoughts his shivering became more violent then he began to hyperventilate.
The boy threw his head onto the pillow and forced his eyes shutwanting to wake up. He wanted to open his eyes and see his room, see his video games, his posters and his family. Maybe this was a dream. It has to be. He wasn't really here, he's sleeping and any moment he'll wake up and see his parents looking at him with concerned faces comforting him and saying that everything is alright. But nothing is alright. This is all wrong!
Tomas opened his eyes feeling sicker than before. It was all real. You'll get through this. Somehow. There was a faint but noticeable light that beamed into his room. The boy rose a brow in curiosity and jumped off the bead and headed over to his window. There he stared at the other side of the hospital, through another window, into another room. He saw someone, someone running around frantically. The person backed into the window and slid off to the side. A moment later another individual was seen grabbing them by the shoulders. The two fell out of sight. Tomas kept a close eye on the window until he saw what looked like blood splash against the glass.
He yelped and stumbled back, landing on his bottom. That didn't just happen. I didn't see any zombie in that room. And I SURELY didn't see just anyone get eaten alive. His chest pounded and he began to hyperventilate again.
Tomas threw himself into a fetal position and shut his eyes tight. "It'll all go away." He whispered to himself. "It'll all go away!" He repeated, a little louder this time. "I wanna go home!" He began to cry.
There was a hard thud just outside his door. Tomas looked up and quickly crawled under the bed trying his hardest to keep calm. "G-go away." He mumbled as if whatever was on the other side could hear him. "T-there's n-no one here." A brief silence followed by other thud, this time it was heavier. The noise was also accompanied by a rancid scent that stung his nostrils.
It sounded as if someone was pounding fiercely against the door. The monsters are trying to get in. Tomas felt like a little child cowering in fear after being told a ghost story. He quietly sobbed.
The door finally gave and swung inward. One of the doctors fell face first onto the floor. The taste of bile could be felt at the back of Tomas's throat. The smell was so strong he felt like he was going to heave at any moment.
The doctor's features were grotesque to say the least. The light provided Tomas with horrifying detail and from what he could make out, they would stay in his mind till the day he died. It was missing its right cheek and throat. What was most unappealing was the eyeball that hung from the socket that wiggled and jumped with each movement. With two terribly pale hands, it pushed itself up off the floor. An "it"? It's an "it" now? It began to walk, its feet shuffling slowly around the room.
Time was short, Tomas had to make his escape and he to do it now. He could do it, it was slow and uncoordinated, but that damned smell was just too much. The boy swallowed his fear and took as deep a breath as he possibly could. He readied himself and just as he was about to make his move it gave a low grizzly moan that made him freeze up. "Oh god." He exhaled all his breath at once and shivered. Tomas shook his head and threw himself out from under the bed.
The doctor turned to him and reached out as it moaned. He ducked under and made a dash for the door turning his head back a split second to watch the zombie stumble over its own two feet. He smiled in triumph and slammed the door behind him. At that moment he remembered all those horror films where the characters would escape death by the skin of their teeth and lived happily ever after. Don't forget the characters that live only to have their bodies mutilated only moments later. This wasn't a movie, he's living a nightmare inside one of his favorite games.
Tomas held his eyes closed and breathed in and out trying to recollect himself and process everything that had just taken place. –Thud- Tomas yelped as the door rumbled from the banging. Aside from the zombie that had tried to kill him, the hallway he was in looked normal. "Yeah," he mumbled backing away from the door and lightly jogged down the end where he was certain he could find the stairwell, "it'll get ugly somehow, and there will be whole lot more of them."
He had made the right choice, the stairwell stood right before him. He looked at the stairs as it descended to the lower floors and he swore he could hear the ends of the zombies moaning echoing off the walls. Tomas swallowed hard. "Well, no time like the present. Here we go." He slowly climbed down the stairs.
((well, it's been a while since I last wrote for this story. Hope you enjoyed the new chapter!!))