Tegan POV
His legs were mangled, arms covered in blood and bite marks. Chunks of his body were missing and his mouth was hanging low with his head tilted to one side. His clothes were ripped, it looked like he'd been wearing a suit. I stare at him at what feels like forever. My heart is threatening to jump out of my chest at any moment. I can hear my heart pounding and I feel the sweat on my forehead slowly falling down onto my cheeks. He grabs my wrist in one swift attempt. I yelp and wince as his fingers tense around my skin, using all his strength which quickly overpowers mine. He moves his mouth towards my wrists, baring all of his disgusting yellow teeth. I quickly use my right foot to kick him away. I get him good in the stomach, and he stumbles backwards, landing on his bum. I quickly look around for anything that might kill the guy, and I quickly thank any God that's watching over me for the axe that's behind the glass casing. My elbow comes into rough contact with the glass, not caring about the blood that's already spilling from it. My hands shakily grab for the handle, and they are quickly brought down with the weight of the axe. He's already gotten up from the blow I gave him before. He growls at the sight of me with a weapon. I hesitate for a while, standing awkwardly with the axe in both my hands. I've never "killed" someone, and what makes this situation any different? I mean, this dude probably had a wife and kids waiting for him back home...ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?! He tried ripping your arm off just seconds ago and now you're getting all sympathetic for him?! You're right...I should just get it over with, I mean he's not even technically alive anymore. And with the guilt way pass me now, I closed my eyes, raised the axe over my head and brought it down to his in one quick move. I heard the "squish" and immediately let go of the axe. I opened my eyes and was met with one of the most disturbing scenes I've ever seen. His head was cracked wide open, his brain spilling all over his dirty blonde hair. The blood that spilled all over his head and the floor was a dark red, almost black. I gagged at the sight, but managed to keep my fluids at bay. I looked down at my clothes and at my wrist, my t-shirt was splattered with dots of blood and my wrist was red, surely to have a bruise in the morning. I suddenly felt a sting coming from my elbow. I bring my fingers to touch it and immediately wince at the pain. "Shit." I mutter to myself.
Not too soon after that, I hear a door open behind me, the chain that was supposedly keeping the zombies away was on the floor. "Now seems like a good time to run!" I say, scrambling for the axe next to the dead zombie. I grab hold of its handle and run off the to left, my shoes squeaking against the tiled floor. I'm about to make another left when I see a hoard of zombies turning the corner. I stumble back towards the wall, my back tightly pressed against it. I'm breathing hard, my nerves having already getting the best of me. I try to even out my breathing, but it's just not working for me. "Why couldn't I wake up to the Chinese invading America?! At least they don't want my brain!" Well...they probably would. My humor eases me a little and I quickly look both ways before crossing the hallway. The zombies that were locked behind the door have quickly advanced down the hall, limping towards me with their arms outstretched and mouths hanging from their jaws. I quickly run to the right, turn a corner to the left, turn another corner to the left, run straight, and make my last turn to the right. I push the double doors open and step into the familiar room, the lobby. Shit! I'm gonna end up going in circles! I turn back around, this time taking the left exit that I passed. I make a right, stumbling a bit from the sharp turn. I keep running straight, and that's when they caught me by surprise. My breath catches in my throat, but I instinctively smash the blade from the axe onto her head. "I hate it when other motherfuckers fucking surprise me!" I say, syncing the syllables that come out of my mouth with my blows. I kill all six, all of them lying in a pool of dark red blood. I sigh. All of the fighting has taken a toll on me. Why can't I find the exit?! I've never been in this hospital before. There's too many hallways and rooms and not enough exit signs. That's when I hear the low moans coming from behind me. I start running to my right, I pass my room and stop in my tracks. I jiggle the door knob and quickly shove myself inside. I lock the door and push the spare bed towards the door. I look towards the window and see the stairs. Stairs! I hear the shuffling of feet coming closer to the door. I grab the duffel bag from the chair and put the axe in it, I sling it over my shoulder and crack open the window. I duck my head and swing over a leg. I stop and look at the door. I see the knob turn frantically and hear the thuds against it. I raise my arm in salute and look at the door. "So long suckers! Haha!" I shout, and with that I swing over the other leg and hop down onto the stairs.