closing the distance.
He grabbed the back of John’s uniform collar.
John spun around and broke free from the man’s vice-like grip, ripping his own collar in the process.
The obese man shoved John hard in the chest, screaming.
John was flung back and landed in the hall. He sat up and scooted against the wall, struggling to catch his breath, terrified.
The obese man sprinted towards John.
John held out his hands in a vain attempt to keep the massive man back.
Suddenly, a gunshot resounded from down the hall.
The obese man’s head snapped to the side as soon as the bullet struck it and erupted out the other side.
He collapsed in the center of the hall, wooden slivers still protruding out of his body.
John looked down the hall towards the sound of the gunshot and saw two people in white hazmat suits armed with M-16s. He was uneasy at first, but was relieved as soon as he saw their CDC emblems.
Before John could even express his gratitude or ask questions, one of the white-suits shouldered his rifle and pointed it at him.
John’s blood ran cold.
“No, wait!” he shouted holding his hands up.
A patient darted out of a nearby room and pounced on the white-suit just as he pulled the trigger.
The white-suit’s gunfire pelted against the cement floor and ran up the side of the wall, shattering a framed Triburton company picture. The man let out a terrified shriek as the patient tore open his suit and started regurgitating the toxic substance inside.
The other white-suit quickly pointed his weapon down at the patient.
An infected nurse stepped out from an adjacent doorway and pulled the white-suit inside the dark room.
The white-suit was helplessly pulled inside, kicking and screaming, shooting wildly at the ceiling.
“Holy shit…” John muttered in abject horror, staring at the massacre with wide-eyes, trembling.
The patient turned his black eyes towards John’s voice and leapt back onto his feet. He started running down the hallway towards John, arms flailing.
The white-suit got up and followed behind the patient with his respirator hanging off of his protective suit.
John scrambled back up and started sprinting down the hallway, struggling to breathe.
The hallway was peppered with bullet-holes and most of the light fixtures were shattered. Most of the patient rooms had their doors smashed open, but many others were still shut with patients trapped inside. The people inside were banging against their doors, inadvertently beckoning their attackers. Bullet-riddled corpses were strewn all across the floor, twisted in bloody heaps.
John leapt over the corpses and didn’t dare turn around to look at his pursuers.
Behind him he heard doors shattering and animalistic screams as the horde grew in number.
A naked woman covered with blood ran out of a dark patient room as John ran past it.
John pushed her aside and ran faster, lungs burning.
At the edge of the corridor the hallway branched into two directions.
Towards his right he saw a hallway full of overturned medical carts and a group of crazed patients attacking each other and running from room to room, bashing down doors and finding new hosts.
Towards the left he saw an elevator with its doors propped open by a bloody gurney with tattered nylon straps. The doors kept trying to close on the gurney, but they opened again as soon they struck it.
John sprinted towards the elevator, slid across the top of the gurney and landed inside the lift. He kicked the gurney away from the door’s tracks while simultaneously pushing the ‘2’ button repeatedly.
A horde of infected people wearing hospital gowns, nursing scrubs, and even a few wearing compromised white-suits closed in on the open elevator, running and trampling over each other as they tried to get to their prey. The only thing that the group had in common was their black, soulless eyes and feral expressions of inexplicable cannibalistic rage.
John frantically mashed on the ‘close’ button
He grabbed the back of John’s uniform collar.
John spun around and broke free from the man’s vice-like grip, ripping his own collar in the process.
The obese man shoved John hard in the chest, screaming.
John was flung back and landed in the hall. He sat up and scooted against the wall, struggling to catch his breath, terrified.
The obese man sprinted towards John.
John held out his hands in a vain attempt to keep the massive man back.
Suddenly, a gunshot resounded from down the hall.
The obese man’s head snapped to the side as soon as the bullet struck it and erupted out the other side.
He collapsed in the center of the hall, wooden slivers still protruding out of his body.
John looked down the hall towards the sound of the gunshot and saw two people in white hazmat suits armed with M-16s. He was uneasy at first, but was relieved as soon as he saw their CDC emblems.
Before John could even express his gratitude or ask questions, one of the white-suits shouldered his rifle and pointed it at him.
John’s blood ran cold.
“No, wait!” he shouted holding his hands up.
A patient darted out of a nearby room and pounced on the white-suit just as he pulled the trigger.
The white-suit’s gunfire pelted against the cement floor and ran up the side of the wall, shattering a framed Triburton company picture. The man let out a terrified shriek as the patient tore open his suit and started regurgitating the toxic substance inside.
The other white-suit quickly pointed his weapon down at the patient.
An infected nurse stepped out from an adjacent doorway and pulled the white-suit inside the dark room.
The white-suit was helplessly pulled inside, kicking and screaming, shooting wildly at the ceiling.
“Holy shit…” John muttered in abject horror, staring at the massacre with wide-eyes, trembling.
The patient turned his black eyes towards John’s voice and leapt back onto his feet. He started running down the hallway towards John, arms flailing.
The white-suit got up and followed behind the patient with his respirator hanging off of his protective suit.
John scrambled back up and started sprinting down the hallway, struggling to breathe.
The hallway was peppered with bullet-holes and most of the light fixtures were shattered. Most of the patient rooms had their doors smashed open, but many others were still shut with patients trapped inside. The people inside were banging against their doors, inadvertently beckoning their attackers. Bullet-riddled corpses were strewn all across the floor, twisted in bloody heaps.
John leapt over the corpses and didn’t dare turn around to look at his pursuers.
Behind him he heard doors shattering and animalistic screams as the horde grew in number.
A naked woman covered with blood ran out of a dark patient room as John ran past it.
John pushed her aside and ran faster, lungs burning.
At the edge of the corridor the hallway branched into two directions.
Towards his right he saw a hallway full of overturned medical carts and a group of crazed patients attacking each other and running from room to room, bashing down doors and finding new hosts.
Towards the left he saw an elevator with its doors propped open by a bloody gurney with tattered nylon straps. The doors kept trying to close on the gurney, but they opened again as soon they struck it.
John sprinted towards the elevator, slid across the top of the gurney and landed inside the lift. He kicked the gurney away from the door’s tracks while simultaneously pushing the ‘2’ button repeatedly.
A horde of infected people wearing hospital gowns, nursing scrubs, and even a few wearing compromised white-suits closed in on the open elevator, running and trampling over each other as they tried to get to their prey. The only thing that the group had in common was their black, soulless eyes and feral expressions of inexplicable cannibalistic rage.
John frantically mashed on the ‘close’ button
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