At first it seemed like a good idea, run out into the night to save my best friends life, now I had to try to save my own life. Not once, but twice, I had close encounters with special infected. No one had my back, except for the wind. I had to have been out there for at least 2 hours and I was finally arriving at the huge hospital.
'It's so big...' My feet brought me into the building where a few stray zombies wandered around. I fired two shots from a pistol I found dropping both bodies. The pattern continued, run and gun. I drove myself into a medical room locking the door to stop the advancing infected.
"That was too close.." I muttered backing up to the wall. But I tripped. I let out a silent scream and smacked my head on the ground. "ow..." I rubbed my head and looked to see what I tripped over.
"Hn-," it breathed out clutching at it's side. I gasped in realization, a survivor!
"I'm so sorry, are you okay?" I asked quietly crawling over to him over to be swiped at. I fell backwards and looked at the man who held his side with his clawed hands. A zombie? I touched my cheek feeling the oozy blood coat my fingers. I couldn't just leave, not with those things out there, but with this hunter laying on the floor, I certainly didn't want to stay.
Again he hissed in pain rolling onto his non-injured side. Through his side was a skinny pointed pipe that went right through the front and almost through the back.
Slowly, I began to approach again placing my hand on his leg causing him to tense his muscles.
'What are you doing Natsumi-Yuki?' I questioned myself.
"You're in a lot of pain, please, let me help," I was taking a shot in the dark trying to help a dead person, but the worse thing that could happen was he kills me, before those ones out there do. He grunted in pain again and moved his arm to push me away. He must have passed out from the pain since his hand fell back down to his side. I pursed my lips and looked around the room seeing a few cabinets with medical supplies.
'Alright time to put what mom taught me to the test,' I pushed myself up and took out some alcohol, stitching, and wads of bandages and disinfectant. Placing the tray next to the young hunter I scanned over the pole and gave it a quick yank getting a displeased grunt. I leaned forward placing my knees on his side and pulled as hard as I could soon falling back from the pole coming out.
"I got it!" I cheered quietly before noting the amount of blood pouring out of his wound. "Shit..." I came over again and looked down at the blood before attempting to apply pressure over the wound. His sweat shirt needed to come off. There wasn't any way I was going to get anywhere with it on. I mentally cursed myself once more before cutting at the duck tape and peeling the ripped jacket off of his pale blue skin. His face was younger, about my age maybe older, and his hair a shaggy dark brown that reached below his ears. Handsome was what I wanted to say, but my thinking was morbid. With his shirt off I got a good look at his torso now. Well defined, cut abs, and a gaping hole in his left side. That needed to be fixed. I pressed a cloth I found with alcohol over the wound feeling him ball his hands up next to my knees. His one eye opened slightly as if to see who was touching him, before closing again.
"You're going to be okay. I'll fix you up, brand new," I told him and continued to disinfect his wound.
It felt like hours of applying pressure and getting the stitches tight enough to where the wound wouldn't open again before I was finished. During the process I had stripped my shirt leaving me in only a tube top. I walked over to the sink drinking from the tap. I was already infected, what else was it going to do to me? I ripped some of his jacket cleaning the dried blood from it and making it into a strip to lay on his head. Could zombies get fevers? I shrugged and placed the cool cloth over his head seeing his face relax. Sure acted human enough. I got up and walked over to the cabinets placing any thing I could into my backpack.
I could feel my eyes start to droop and I shook it off. I needed to get back and bring these supplies to the others. Zumi needed me. I walked to the door slowly feeling my body start to shut down due to exhaustion.
"Fuck," I muttered before settling on the floor. Maybe just 10 minutes, maybe that would be enough to suffice. I shut my eyes quickly taken away to dream land.
Once I awoke I could barely see in the room. The sun had already gone down...just how long have I been asleep?
'Time to get up I suppose,' Standing up slowly, I looked around the room with my flashlight before ending up on my friend that laid in the center of the room covered by my small jacket. My stomach growled loudly getting my attention.
Maybe it was time to make my way over to the cafeteria. I reached for my jacket and put it on before looking at the male. His skin was only a light shade of blue, other than that, he looked just like any other person. I brushed the hair from his face lightly taking his facial expression in once more before walking out of the room.
'I hope there's a map around here somewhere...' I gripped my flashlight tightly and peeked around corners looking for any sign of the dead. So far so good, surprisingly considering this was a hospital. I was scared of getting lost, I never liked hospitals to begin with and the sounds of gurgling zombies was starting to get to me. A loud growl caught to my attention and I ran into the closest room.
Quickly I huddled into the corner gripping my pistol tightly. Tears were welling up in my eyes as I tried to shake off the fear.
'This is it for me, I'll never be able to see my family again, I should have just waited for the others...' Something slammed into the door and I did my best to suppress a scream. It happened again, and again. Suddenly it yelped, the pounding at the door stopping, that could only mean one thing; something stronger was out there.