I was floating; floating in complete darkness not sure where I am or what I was doing here but all I knew was pain, a screaming pain on the side of my head. I had no idea of the passage of time, what could have been hours could only have felt like a matter of seconds.

"Where am I?" I spoke into the darkness. "I don't know where I am." I said with an edge of panic in my voice now. I reached out into the darkness only then noticing my hands weren't there. I immediately looked down to find where my body should have been, was only darkness. I was a singular drop of conscience in a sea of nothing. I felt a chill run down my non-existent spine, as a familiar voice rippled through the dark. I couldn't understand what exactly the voice said; it was like the voice was muffled by some sort of wall. Yet again the muffled voice echoed through my mind, this time the voice sounded in small short bursts, like sobbing. The muffled sobs were cut short by a secondary voice. I strained my hypothetical ears to better understand what it was saying, but to no avail. It boomed through the dark like a bad headache. Then it stopped, there was nothing but silence and the dark. Trepidation struck through me like lightning as I realized I was alone.

I couldn't turn, I couldn't blink, and I couldn't even speak anymore. I could only stay still, as the foundations of my sanity slowly cracked and crumbled, But there it was, a feeling in the back of my mind growing like a root slowly to my neck, then my back, and eventually to my lower body. The darkness fractured across my vision, allowing narrow beams of light in. A new feeling ran through me: hope. It coursed in me, I will get out this darkness, I will find those voices and who they belonged to, I will get out now. The dark then shattered entirely as I opened my eyes to the bright room around me.

I allowed my eyes to adjust to the light coming through the window of my room. It was a rather small room only allowing enough space to fit a small table, and two chairs beside the bed I was laying on. I was covered with a thin blanket, with only my feet sticking out. I began to sit up onto my bed, only to be stopped by a familiar pain on the side of my head. Wincing slightly I slowly reached up and felt the area where it most hurt, it felt strange in the same way when you crash a car into a wall, the feeling of deformity. I quickly shoved that to the back of my mind and swung my legs over the bed. My legs felt like they were marble sacks as I put my full weight, causing me to stumble towards the window. Each step felt like my feet were being absorbed into the floor, nearly making me fall to my knees, in a last ditch effort I leaned onto the wall for support. Slowly but surely I made my way to the open door which lead to a cramped bathroom. My throat felt dry and my body thirst for water, I immediately made for the sink and turn the faucet on, but before I made an attempt to drink I noticed the water flowing was black and reeked of filth. Disheartened I stumbled back into my room. I then walked towards the front door and opened it.

I walked into the hallway as the feeling in my legs came back to me. The hallway was deserted; most of the lights were shot, with only a few over head lamps to light the way. Medical equipment, clipboards, and such littered the floor. There were only two ways I could go: left, or right. I opted out going right because that way was more brightly lit. I slowly began to walk down the hall, still using the wall as support. This didn't feel right, what could have made so many people drop their stuff and disappear?

My answer soon came as a screech from around the corner; it was soon followed by a couple of gun shots. Even though I was considerable distance away, the shots reverberated causing me to cup my ears. A figure ran from around the corner, heading straight towards my direction. Whoever it was seem to take notice of me and started to turn back around, but before they even had a chance a shadow pounced on top of the figure knocking them to the ground. The shadow screeched yet again, and started taking swipes at the person below them. Screams of pain emanated from the huddle, and I immediately started looking on the floor for something I could use. A glint of shiny silver caught my eye; I wrapped my fingers around the scalpel and stumbled towards the creature. As I got closer, the attacker was covered in a stained black hoodie, where the hoodie didn't cover the attacker's skin I noticed was a dark gray. With each swipe, I noticed the creature had claws instead of finger nails.

Despite I was considerably close to the attacker, it never noticed me. It wasn't until I was close enough and shouted "HEY ASSHOLE." Did it look up at me, just in time for me to stab its eye with a scalpel. The creature screeched in pain as it backed off the person, with a silver handle sticking of its socket. It now looked at me; its remaining eye was a bright yellow, now glowing harshly. Whatever it was, it now had my scent. The creature growled, and started sprinting towards me. I had no more tricks up my sleeve; I was defenseless, and in no shape to run away. I closed my eyes and cringed, anticipating those claws to dig into my skin. That though was cut short by the sound of a gunshot. I opened my eyes in time the creature stumble towards me slightly before falling down at my feet with a bullet hole through its head.

"Damn Hunters." The stranger whispered. I rushed over to my savior and kneeled down next to them. It was a young woman, around my age. Her dark brown hair was tied up into a pony tail; her face was covered in dirt, bruises, and the occasional cut. I looked down to her mid section, her chest and stomachs had slashes across them, and were bleeding profusely. The woman's breathing became shallow. I looked around her, and found the bag she was carrying. I rummaged inside looking for something to use. Surprisingly, this woman was carrying a full med pack which I immediately grabbed and opened. Inside was a large container of anti-biotic cream, a few meters of gauss, a sewing kit, and a bottle of pain pills. I popped open the bottle of pain pills and picked out two.

"I'm going to have you take these; they'll help stop the pain." I said, trying to be the most calming I could be. She accepted the pills with any refusal; now it was time to clean the wounds. I lifted the woman's torn shirt, revealing two large slashes, one on her stomach, and the other on the lower part of her chest. I never really had any medical training, but that didn't matter now, I could only try and hope for the best. I took the anti-biotic cream a dabbed it over the wounds, the next thing I could do was to apply padding to stem the bleeding. I grabbed a few padded sheets of fluff, I never really knew what these were called, I could hardly think anybody could-but that didn't matter now. I applied the padding, and then unrolled the gauss. A few meters was all I needed, I wrapped the gauss over the stomach wound first trying my best to keep the wrap tight but not enough that I was breaking her rib cages. The padding now became a light shade of scarlet as I wrapped the gauss over the chest wound. Hoping my sloppy, medical service doesn't kill my patient I now moved to any small cuts that around her arms or shoulders. There was next to no cuts whatsoever except a long gash across her forearm. I dabbed on the rest of the anti-biotic, before opening the sewing kit. My hands shook, uncontrollably as I tried to thread the needle, after many pricked fingers, and quiet curses I got the thread through the eye of the needle.

If there was anybody out there who was a doctor, I should have myself checked for Parkinsons disease because my hands shook to the point where I had to stop and clutch them to my chest. I began stitching the woman's arm, my stitches were sloppy and uneven, even my hands shaking started again, but after many moments I felt like crying, I finished finally.

I sat back onto the wall behind me, looking over the poor soul I had to treat, something clicked in my mind. I looked down to my body and realized: I was wearing a patient's gown, covered in blood. I pushed this thought to back of my mind with all the other things I was going to contemplate at a future time and waited for my heart rate to normalize.

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"Shit." I said when the sudden realization came to me that I was separated from my group. I should have realized it sooner when I stopped hearing Francis's bullshit comebacks to Bill's orders. Panic swiftly surged through the back of my mind, I needed to find my way back and soon. I ran down the hospital's hallways in search of my friends, straining my ears for anything that sounds remotely like a gunshot. I took out my pistol, dropping my empty shotgun or "Boomstick" as Francis would call it to the floor. We never should have come here, we were in need of finding some extra med packs on the way out of Miami, but goddamn I'd never think I would get lost here. The underwhelming amount of infected here was unsettling, or maybe I've just gotten use to the sound of the undead after gunning down waves upon waves of them.

Though I might have spoken too soon; I stopped to catch my breath in the middle of a T-section when I heard the all too familiar screech of a Hunter, followed by another. I looked to both sides of the T-section, with a Hunter on each side running towards me. "Now that's just not fair" I spoke, mostly for myself. I sprinted down the last remaining hall that wasn't blocked. I could hear the screeches of both Hunters beginning their chase. Normally with my team, two Hunters were about as affective as a piss in the wind, but now with me all by my lonesome with only a pistol, the odds were more in the Hunters' favor. I looked back, despite my better judgment and fired off a couple shots, most of them missed but I could tell one met its target because one of the two Hunters quickly fell behind its partner screeching in pain.

I couldn't go on like this for long; they would eventually get me if I didn't find my team soon. Rounding a corner I entered another hallway littered with junk just like the rest of this god forsaken hospital except my pathway was block by another infected, it didn't look so hot but causing me to skitter to a stop all the same. I turned around to see if the Hunter was still behind me, only to be knocked onto the floor. The god awful creature then began to take swipes at me, I covered my face with my arms effectively blocking most of the strikes aimed for my head. Though I wasn't so lucky with my abdomen, with its current blows not being as effective as it thought it would be the Hunter aimed for the lower part of my chest and stomach. Each swipe brought a searing pain across my body; I began screaming in pain as the Hunter slashing my torso with its razor sharp claws.

"So this is it." I thought wryly to myself. I often thought I'd be a survivor amongst the rubble that was once society, but no I end up as one of these creepy fucker's meals. I relaxed my muscles as I finally gave up, wasn't much of a spectacular end as I thought it would be but it woul-

"HEY ASSHOLE" A voice roared above me. I opened my eyes to see the Hunter that was going to be my would-be killer get stabbed in the eye with a scalpel. The Hunter howled in pain as it stumbled off my body. But that wouldn't last long, and sure enough the Hunter found its new target and started sprinting towards that poor fool. Darkness clouded the edges of my vision, but with the last of my energy I pulled off one last shot aimed straight for the Hunter's head. I watched as my target stumble a couple of feet and fall to the floor dead. The expression of surprise on that kid's face was almost worth getting mauled, I quietly chuckled to myself."Damn Hunters." I said. Looking down at my torso I notice two streaks of blood soak through my shirt. I look back up to see my rescuer looking down on me. So he wasn't an infected after all, damn if I'd ran past him I probably wouldn't be in be in this situation in the first place, maybe I'd be with my team right now, maybe I'd survive to see another day, but I didn't and it doesn't really matter now. My rescuer immediately grabbed my bag and started rummaging through it. Of course he'd take my belongings; he's probably going to need it more than I will. I looked back up to the ceiling with a stupid grin across my face; I'd shoot you kid, if I had the energy. I noticed that he's stopped looking through my bag, and has my belongings spread out across the floor, but what; I couldn't see. That kid I have deemed him to be now is kneeling over me as he speaks, I couldn't really understand what he said, and everything seemed muffled, like I have the world's most padded ear plugs. He holds out his hand showing me two pain pills, and everything seemed to be so clear now, he wasn't abandoning me; he was saving me. I gladly took the pain pills, as he began to clean my wounds. After a few minutes the searing pain across my body became like an uncomfortable sleeping position. Now that he was closer, I could see him a little more clearly now. His black hair tumbled down his face, probably didn't get a haircut for some while now. His eyes were amber, and flecked with green. He seemed to be around sixteen-seventeen. Strange thing was that he was wearing a patient's gown speckled with blood. Strangest thing of all his was face was monotone, but you could see in his eyes, in the deeper corner, there was a hint of sorrow. Who the hell was this kid? My vision blackened, with the help of the pain pills I passed out on the hospital floor.

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I watched as the sun started to set through the windows, it was time to hide somewhere. I looked back down to the woman as I reached underneath her and picked her up. I trudged into my room labeled in bold letters: 236. I laid the woman onto the bed, and locked the door. Despite my best efforts I haven't been able to escape this room, maybe things will change with what the morning brings.