The doctor gripped the door handle with his long slender fingers and turned it. Inside were gas masks and hazmat suits. Without putting the mental patient down he grabbed two masks and handed one to Wen, only putting on his after he helped Wen get his on.
"I can speak now, right?" Wen watched as the man pulled the strap on the mask. The man nodded. "Good because I have alot of questions.
First off, who are you? What's happening? Did you see the large glowing box outside? Crazy sh*t, right?"
The doctor immediately regretted telling him he could talk. He scowled, "One at a time, jeez. I don't know what happened but I noticed something weird was happening and that's why I saved you."
"Fine, but why me?"
"Because you were the first live person I found." The doctor shrugged, Wen paused and looked at the man. "Everyone else is dead?"
The doctor nodded and began reincounting the story to Wen who sat there patiently.
~~~(-w-)~~~ Lab Coat Man's POV~~~(-w-)~~~
I looked up from the paper work on my desk. Someone had just fell to the floor with a thud, dropping a box of meds on the floor along with them, spilling a yellowish brown liquid. A few other people dressed in similar lab coats walked over to the man and checked their pulse.
"...She's dead."
A few doctors stepped back and pulled up their masks. They had to be really careful, they worked in an asylum after all, it wasn't rare that diseases would spread around. Especially at the crematory section.
Feeling a tug on my sleeve and turned to see my partner glancing at me with worried eyes. I shook my head and told him to calm down.
The head doctor stepped up, "We don't know what it is yet, it's only one person so far so we should be careful but don't panic. Everyone pull up your masks."
"Yes, Doctor Smith"
Another thud sounded in the back of the room and I turned just in time to see the man convulsing on the floor. The other doctors who had touched the lady before told everyone to stay back as they checked on the man, trying to limit the number of people contaminated.
I looked over to my partner, he was hyperventilating. I sighed and squeezed his shoulder allowing him to hold my hand. He had been scared of illnesses ever since he saw one of the asylum patients die of an ugly disease.
The man soon stopped convulsing on the floor, in fact, he wasn't even breathing anymore.
"He died, too." Everyone was acting weirdly calm, two people died already yet no one was running around panicking except for the few people experiencing panic attacks, similar to my friend. Another person who was hyperventalating dropped dead.
"What the fu*k is happening!?!" One of the doctors raged. He slammed his hand on the table. "This better not be someone going around poisoning people, we have limited staff already!"
My partner, Ethan pushed his face into my lab coat, closing his eye's tight. He looked extremely unsettled. He whimpered, "I hope not, I don't want to die."
"You're not going to die, Ethan." I patted his soft black hair, yet right when I said this, two people who were standing right next to each other, talking, collapsed. These two were the closest to us. Subconciously, Ethan stepped away from me. "What the heck" I heard him mutter.
"Two more, dead. Other side of the room." Someone's voice vibrated throught the quiet room.
He was shaking so hard that he could scramble eggs. "Ethan, calm down, breathe. Listen to me, ok?"
He swallowed, staring at the people who just died. He wasn't even listening. I don't know how he got signed up to deal with the patients psycologically, especially if he was this weak mentally. Then I remebered that he wasn't as accustomed to death as the rest of us because of this same reason. Seeing so many people dead must have scared him really badly.
"Has anyone been in contact with any of the people who died today?" One doctor spoke up, trying to get to the bottom of this matter.
Most of the doctors shook their heads, including me. Most of the time, the doctors stayed secluded unless they were sharing data. "Well if you have been in contact with any of the dead people before and after they died today, please seperate yourselves."
The doctors filtered through themselves till they were finally separated. Soon enough, Ethan was back to clinging to my arm.
The doctor who stepped up and told everyone to separate opened her mouth but was cut off before she even started by a body collapsing. Another one! But this time, the body was on the side of people who had not been in contact with any of the dead people.
The doctors stepped back as if they saw a dead rat in the train station. Nobody wanted to be near the body. Feeling a pain in my hand, I looked over to Ethan who has his face burried in my chest, his hands were tightly entertwined into mind. "It's going to be ok." I whispered to him.
"L... It, It hurts."
"Hurts?"
He nodded, his breathing was getting heavy. "...Where?"
"Every..." The answer was very vauge. On of the doctors over hearing our converstation stepped away from us but they toppled over, bleeding from their eyes.
"Wh-" The ground started to quake and a big shockwave passed over us. The doctors began to panic, finally, "Earthquake? Right now? We don't even live in an earthquake zone!"
"Everyone hold onto something!" Many of the doctors began to scramble for a place to hold onto. More doctors started dropping dead everywhere. No one was safe.
Ethan tugged on my sleeve again as I sat under a table with him in my arms. Once again looking over to him. Blood was streaming out of his mouth and nose. "L, what's happening to me.'