Chapter 5- My Own Personal Hell
Jack was a pathetic mess. I found him just down the hall from where I put to an end to the doctor's life. He layed there on his hospital bed with a half smashed bottle of rubbing alcohol in his left hand and a dead chissled up zombie on the floor beside him. He panted loudly, his clothes covered in spattered blood. "Leon!" he said horsely as I saw me enter the room.
"Jack, thank god."
"Leon, that thing that I killed…these things in the hospital, they're like the same.. as the thing that attacked me this morning at the station."
The both of us paused for a second. I think we both knew what this meant. "Leon, I'm infected aren't I?"
I didn't know what to say, "Leon," he continued, "I'm going to have to die aren't I?"
I looked at him, my almond eyes glazed over with tears. I came and sat next to him on the side of his bead and buried my face into my gloved hands.
"Yes." was all that I said. Jack looked as though he were in shock.
"I can feel it…I can feel the change. My pulse, it's so spuratic."
I placed my hand against his forhead, it burned feverishly. "Jack, you're burning up…Just another symtom of solonum."
"I can't die, not here. Leon, get me out of here.
"You got it buddy."
I lifted Jack's limp body and set him in a wheelchair. We rapidly went down the hall and to the elevator as quickly as possible. Pushing in the button, a robotic voice suddenly came out of the speaker next to the elevator doors.
"Please hold, the
elevator car has ecceeded the wait limit. Please wait as it might
take longer to reach your floor."
"What the hell?" I cursed
softly. I slammed my fist again and again against the down arrow and
the voice repeated it self twice more. The elevator made its familiar
"ding" as a singnal of it reaching our floor. I put Jack behind
me and placed my gun infront me. Sure enough as the door opened six
zombies came piling of the elevator car.
"Holy shit!" Jack screamed out. I glanced inside the doors to see atleast seven mangled dead bodies piled up on the floor. I unloaded on the zombies letting out the magizine completely and blungened the last remaining one over the head with a fire extinguisher. I wheeled Jack inside and kicked the bodies to the side. As the doors closed I reloaded and Jack looked at me terrified.
"Where did they come from?" He asked slowly.
"I don't know, but I'm determined to find out.
The car finally hit the bottom floor and the doors opened to a lobby of disaster. Not a single living, sane being was left alive. Mangled bodies lined my way to the door. Jack leaned over the side of the chair and vomited.
"Ugh…I don't know if that's from the virus or the fact I'm surrounded my dismembered bodies…" he said wiping his mouth.
The city was crawling with police and S.W.A.T. I got in my car with Jack as fast as I could. My car zipped down the streets as fast possible, sirens roaring.
I carried Jack up the driveway and into my house.
"Ahhh…LEON! Ugh, ah, I can feel it! Ah I can feel it in my blood!"
I dropped down onto my kitchen floor with Jack tightly wrapped in my arms, lying in my lap. He breathed deeply.
"Eh…It's, so, hot. My shirt, please."
I quickly un-buttoned his shirt and removed it from his well toned body. Where you would normally see an even tanned six pack, you could only see weak, purpley white skin. He panted so loud as if he had just ran five miles uphill. I looked into his ocean blue eyes and noticed them beginning to fade. They slowly began to change, first fading into a green, and they just kept on fading until they reached a putrid colored yellow. His pupils turned to slits and his grip on me became weaker. He coughed violently and blood was pushed out from his throut. A thin line of his crimson red blood ran down the corners of his mouth.
"Leon," he panted deeply, "it hurts. This transformation, Jesus it hurts. I can't stand to become a zombie. I don't ever want to hurt you, or anyone for that matter. Please," he begged me, "kill me…kill me now!"
I began to cry a river of tears onto both of us as I looked into changed eyes.
"Jack," I sniffled, "I'm sorry."
"Me too brother, but it has to be done, and I want you to do it. Now please, be a good brother…and listen to me…kill me."
I lifted my shaking hand to my belt. I moved my jacket aside and brushed my hand against the back of my gun. Slowly I took it, wrapping my fingers around it and lifted it from my waist. Jack closed his eyes and nodded at me, "I'm ready." was all he said. I pressed the barrall against his beating heart on his bare flesh.
"Good bye brother." I breathed deeply.
The gun shot echoed forever as his limp body fell from my arms. I just left alone, alone to live in my own personal hell.