Soooo Confusing
I woke up later, I didn't know how much time had passed. It could have been 2 days, or 3 years for all I knew. I heard soft murmurs coming from my right side. I looked over to see my partner, Kyle, standing there. He put flowers on the desk next to me. I looked over at the clock, 3:30 PM.
Crap! I thought, knowing my wife was probably worried sick. I turned over again to say something to Kyle, but he wasn't there. I looked at the flowers. They were dead. They looked like they had been rotting for days. My eyes wandered over to the clock, 9:27 AM. But not only that, the clock was broken.
I stood up to go get help, but I fell out of bed.
"Nurse!" I yelled while frantically pressing the "help" button. No one came. I stood up, more careful this time. And opened up the cabinet next to me, and found clothes. I put them on and went in the bathroom to wash some water on my face.
After I had sprayed water on my face I went out the door. This is when it gets creepy and scary.
The hallway was empty except for bloody wheelchairs, and broken lights hanging by a thin wire. I saw chairs upside down and open doors. What is going on? I thought.
I walked over to a desk and grabbed a pack of matches. Then I walked over to a door and looked inside.
Those of you reading this that have bad stomachs, you might want to stop reading about now.
Through the glass window I saw a dead woman staring blankly at me. Her blood and guts were everywhere but in her body. She was motionless and I knew she was dead, which creeped me out when she stood up.
She walked in the opposite direction, blood slithering out of her like gravy through mashed potatoes.
I turned to my left and walked in front of a door, where there was a large giant metal chain keeping the door shut. All of a sudden two bloody hands started to come through in between the crack beside the doors. The scariest part, one hand was bent at an angle no hand should ever be bent at.
I got scared and continued walking until I found a set of stairs going down, I walked down them. Of course it hurt my chest walking down stairs, but the elevator was broken.
Finally, I found a way outside and leapt out into the dead, depressing air. What I saw was unbelievable, body upon body, and they were all dead.
Two rows of dead bodies in white bags, about 30 people in each line. I ran through the entrance/exit of the hospital, found a bike and hoped on it.
As I was biking a dead body lay on the grass, from the waist down there was nothing. Then it opened its eyes and started crawling toward me.
What did I, the fearless cop do? I panicked.
I jumped on the bike quicker than you could imagine and biked as fast as I could go. I stopped outside of my house, or my old house. The door was open, and I rushed in. No one was in there. All the pictures were gone, Lisa had left with Braden, I thought. They were alive.
I walked outside and sat on the step. Then a man in a black suit and black top hat looked at me from across the street.
"Umm…Hi could you please explain to me what's going on?" I asked, but just then an African American man came up and shot him in the head.
"Why did you-"But I didn't get to finish, because just then the man's son hit me in the head with a baseball bat, and again everything went black.