Originally written some time in 2011.
Fiction short story:
The night is still and cold inside the hospital hallways of Arizona’s finest. A patient by the name of James Hunnigan awoke in the 5th floor. To his astonishment he did not feel familiar with the surroundings he witnessed.
Broken walls and burned curtains was all that remained in his room of slumber. Thoughts of James’ “impatient past” had started to flood his mind. James had been in an accident that rendered him in a coma for nearly a month.
“Where am I?” he wondered.
Sirens wailing, his wife screaming, and doctors assuring him he’s going to be okay were the last glimpses of the vague memory he withholds.
Smash! Glass breaks in a distance.
“Who’s there!?” he asked, cautiously.
He dragged his vacant legs out of bed, forcefully lifting his body to a standing halt. He stumbled toward the door, using the wall as his cane, slightly peering out trying to see where the noise had come from. The hallway was deserted with nothing but broken, flickering roof lights and used surgery equipment surrounding the floor.
Something had gone wrong in this hospital during his mind absence, but all he cared about was getting out safe.
He grabbed a scalpel, holding it tight in his hand while cautiously making his way to the elevator.
Ding! The elevator emerged. He entered warily. He pushed for the first floor while the elevator doors shut. Suddenly the winch came to a brief halt to what seemed to be the third floor. To his surprise when the doors began to open he perceived a concrete line, dividing floors three and two. Unaware of what could be on either floor, he peeked through the third floor… nothing. As he made his way to take a look at his other option, he saw what looked like a person dash into a patient room.
“Wait!” James yelled.
James ducked to squeeze through the half opened door, using his arms as anchors, pulling his limp body trying to avoid hitting his head, but as he got one leg free, the other had been clutched. Hanging and petrified he turned around to see his captor. He couldn’t distinguish what was strangling his legs to get back in the elevator, due to the contraption’s poor light. Ding! His ears caught attention to the familiar sound, as the doors began to close. Without resolution he took the scalpel to the being’s hands, causing blood and looseness of his legs. He floored the second level of the hospital in shock.
“What the hell was that?” he asked himself, terrified.
He anxiously turned to look at his original plan of finding out who the mystery sprinter was.
“Is anyone there?” James muttered.
He came to what seemed to be an operating room. There was a woman lying on the table, bloody and gutted. Crack! He turned quickly arming himself with the once used scalpel.
“Who’s there?” he asked.
A girl not past the age of adolescence emerged out of the closet doors of the room. James lowered his weapon.
“My m-mommy is d-dead,” she said in between sobs.
“It’s going to be okay,” James told her.
“I don’t know what happened,” she continued. “I was j-just in the room with her, when we heard s-screaming outside. My m-mom told me to hide, so I d-did. Then I heard screaming coming from my m-mommy. I wanted to help, but I was a-afraid.”
“We have to get out of here, okay? Come on, let’s go,” James said.
Holding the girls hand, he lead the way toward the stairs. They made their way down and out the hospital doors, when the shaken girl stopped by a corpse that seemed to have fallen off the fifth floor.
“Mommy!” the broken girl mumbled in sorrow.
The dismantled corpse looked as if it had been attacked by cannibals. Soon after, they found out what they really were. A pack of bloody people that looked like they had rabies caught a glimpse of them from inside the hospital and started to stride toward them.
“Come on, we have to get away!” James screamed.
An ambulance was in sight. They ran to it. The infected were getting close. James managed to open the doors of the ambulance, hurriedly getting inside and hot-wired the vehicle. As they drove away, the grimy continued to chase them, thinking they could catch up.
“We’re out! Everything’s gonna be alright now,” he reassured her.
He glanced back to ensure that she was okay, but a perplexed look came across his face instead, as he saw her beaming white hands with a certain mark… or bite.