Niran briefly left his patients to check on Dr Davies' progress, and to ask about the victims, per requests of their friends and family.

Victims. The word made him uneasy. Victims of what exactly? A human attack? It didn't seem like one. And besides, they weren't dead yet.

Well, most weren't, Niran thought with a grimace as he walked past the A&E waiting room, cordoned off as more medical staff began to move bodies to the morgue.

The incident was still fresh in his mind. Something like that would never leave him, for as long as he lived. He feared he wouldn't be able to sleep with the memories. It was the brutality of the attacks that shocked him most. How could anyone inflict that level of damage to another human being? And with their fucking teeth.

As he walked down the corridor, Niran recalled how the thing-that-had-been-Tsvetan seemed to have attacked in a pattern. After taking a single bite out of Monique's face and doing the same to a few of the patients, only then did he actually try to kill his victims. Niran didn't understand it at all. The whole situation was just too odd.

A shriek made his head snap up, looking at a door just ahead of him; worryingly, it had come from his destination, where Dr Davies, Monique and Arjun were being kept. What was going on now?

The door burst open and Dr Davies fell out, trying to fend off a growling Monique with their one uninjured arm. Patients spilled out either side of them, screaming and running, some didn't get very far, and collapsed on the floor as they transformed into the same monsters before turning on their peers. Arjun was among them, calling out to Niran the moment he spied him and running to his friend. The pair set off back down the corridor, clutching each other's hands and stumbling this way and that.

"What the hell happened?" Niran cried.

"I don't know! Monique just went crazy and started attacking Hunapo!"

"Do you think she's turned into the same thing as that other guy?"

"Seems so," Arjun looked ill, "this whole thing is a mess!"

"Yeah, people being turned into monsters is hardly good news!"

"How is this even happening though?"

"How the hell would I know?"

Niran watched as Arjun stumbled slightly, clutching his head and hissing in pain. His eyes fell on the scratches across Arjun's cheek and his stomach sank. No, not him too…

Anything but that!

"I'm okay," Arjun gasped, "just got a bit of a headache." He glanced back at the chaos behind them and stood up straight. "C'mon!"

"No!" Niran grabbed him by his collar and pushed him back so that Arjun smacked his head against the wall before sliding to the floor with a whimper.

"Niran?"

"No... No!" Niran backed away, "you're gonna turn into one of them!"

Arjun coughed weakly, looking up as blood began dribbling from his chin and he took a slow, rattling breath. There was no way that could just be Niran's doing.

"…Please."

"If you knew what was good for me you'd not follow!" Niran took off again down the corridor, reaching the end before glancing round to find that he'd abandoned Arjun just in time, as the latter was now standing up and glaring at him with bright orange eyes, the human he once was wiped away forever.

Niran didn't look back again, opting for running as fast as he could instead. He only paused to yell at the medical staff in the waiting room to run before taking off again. He had to get back to his patients. He had to keep them safe.

But now he was leading the monsters right to them.

How was this happening? What sort of Hollywood bullshit was happening right now? People were turning into zombies right before him, and Niran truly didn't know what to do. He'd always ignored people discussing what they'd do in the event of a zombie apocalypse because he never believed it would happen. It was all nonsense! Yet here he was now, running for his life from something he'd dismissed as fictitious horror.

He burst into Children's A&E and slammed the door behind him, throwing his weight against it whilst Arjun tried to tear it open on the other side. He yelled for his patients to barricade the door with furniture, and the ones who could did so, dragging tables and chairs over until there was enough of a blockade that Niran felt it was safe to let go.

He stood back from the door, wincing at each bang and crash as monsters threw their weight against it. Who knew how long it would hold?

His patients looked at him for an explanation, but he found he couldn't give one. He saw that some were desperately sick, and couldn't even stand by themselves. They needed treatment but there was no doctor left to help them. It was too dangerous to keep them in a hospital full of monsters, and Niran realised he was left with one choice.

"I'm afraid you'll have to be moved to a different hospital," he told them, "it's not safe here anymore."

"What do you mean?" one man asked.

"What about my mother?" asked a young woman, "she was bitten by that man."

"I'm afraid there's nothing that can be done for the patients who were attacked," Niran said regretfully, "they're all dead."

"What?" his patients erupted into a barrage of questions.

"How could that happen?"

"Are you lying?"

"Why wasn't anything done to prevent it?"

"I'm sorry, but it seems they were infected with a virus or something," Niran tried to come up with a logical explanation, more for his own benefit than anyone else's, "it made them aggressive and sick before killing them and it's spreading through the hospital fast. I have to get you all out of here before you're infected too." Made sense. And everyone seemed to have bought it to some degree.

The patients slowly began filing out of another door, supporting those who couldn't stand by themselves whilst Niran hung back. He paged Dr Kirkland, darting to a nearby phone to explain the situation- a struggle since Dr Kirkland was determined he was just tired and hallucinating- and ask him to warn everyone and start the evacuation process, before he followed the others into the corridor, slowly directing them towards the exit.

Every movement could be their last, and Niran would be lying if he said he wasn't terrified. Still, he had to remain professional, and make sure everyone stayed alive. With Arjun and the others gone, he was the most senior staff present and the patients were his responsibility.

He thought of Arjun, of the pain he must've been in, and the fear as he'd turned into a monster. He missed his friend so much, horrified at the murderous shell he'd been reduced to. He thought of Kim-ly too, his other dear friend who was still trapped in a different part of the hospital. There was no way to warn her of the danger, and just hoped she would get out before something bad could happen.

He'd already lost one friend and couldn't bear for it to happen again.

But all thought of Kim-ly and Arjun were pushed from his mind when he caught a small child staring at him, waiting for directions like the rest of the group.

"Right, this way then," he said, marching on.

Stelios jumped as a hand tapped his shoulder. He glanced up to find a rather irritable Dr Kirkland glaring down at him.

"Yes?"

"I want you to help me with something, Dr Angel," he began, "Mr Mookjai just paged me to say people in A&E were being attacked and turned into monsters. The man's fucking high or something, but I want you to check it out with me."

Stelios exchanged glances with a confused Mohammad before turning back to Arthur. Since when did he ever ask for help? And what the hell was he on about? Stelios felt a chill down his spine. People were being attacked?

"Um, I'd rather not," he said, the conversation with Carlos still fresh in his mind and the sudden mention of monsters so shortly afterwards spooking him. "I still have some of my lunch left."

"Dr Angel I wasn't making a request, I was giving you an order," he closed his eyes and sighed, "because Mr Mookjai didn't just babble out some nonsense about monsters, he also informed me that several patients are injured, along with some of the doctors, and that is far more concerning news in my opinion."

"So you need me to help patch everyone up?" Stelios shrugged, standing up, "wish you'd said that before."

"Regardless, just come with me." Dr Kirkland walked away; Stelios pulled a face and said goodbye to Mohammad before following.

"So, Arthur," he began once they were outside.

"It's Dr Kirkland to you."

"Anyway, Arthur, what was Niran saying about monsters?" Stelios had to jog to keep up with Dr Kirkland's stride, despite being the taller of the two.

"A load of waffle, really," he replied curtly, eye twitching, "he seemed to be a nervous wreck though. But pot does that to you."

"How can you be so sure he was on drugs?" Stelios raised an eyebrow.

"Well what other explanation can there be? Alcohol, I suppose, but really, Dr Davies, Dr Bonnefoy and Dr Kapur turning into zombies? It sounds so illogical."

"Dr Davies is hurt?" Stelios stopped, "are they okay?"

"I don't know," Arthur sighed.

"Don't you think after what Carlos said about that school in Kent that it's just too much of a coincidence that Niran reports something like this? What if it's about to happen again?"

"Don't be ridiculous," Arthur snapped, though even he seemed uncertain. "Carlos was just pulling a sick practical joke."

"Carlos doesn't do practical jokes and you know that," Stelios growled.

"Alright, so he was duped by some internet trolls? The article has to be fake."

"So you've convinced yourself it was bollocks?" Stelios sighed, "come on Arthur, you're cynical but not this blind."

"Well maybe you're just gullible," Arthur shot back.

"Harsh, old man."

"Shut up. Do you hear that?" Arthur stopped, listening hard. The corridor was empty and silent, save for the faint sound of footsteps and a low growling. The pair exchanged nervous glances before Dr Davies came stumbling around the corner, or, at least, what was left of them did.

Like Tsvetan, Monique and Arjun before them, Hunapo Davies had been stripped to the bare shreds of their existence, nothing more than a ravenous monster bent on murder and destruction.

And Stelios and Arthur might just be their next targets.

The pair stood in silence for a few moments, locking eyes with Dr Davies' wild, neon ones.

Then the zombie lunged and Stelios and Arthur shrieked before wheeling round and running back down the corridor.