As we cautiously made our way through the deserted streets, we encountered sporadic groups of zombies wandering aimlessly. Alicia's father led us through narrow alleys and hidden pathways, avoiding major roads where the undead seemed to congregate.
The night air was heavy with tension, every rustle and creak making us jump in alarm. We stayed close together, relying on each other for support and protection. Our destination, the clinic, loomed ahead like a beacon of hope amidst the darkness and danger.
As we approached the clinic, we could see faint flickers of light through the windows. "That's her," Alicia's father noted, his voice filled with cautious optimism.
We approached the entrance cautiously, checking for any signs of danger before entering. I didn't manage to find any police or any guns, what a disappointment.
We proceed to go inside, the clinic's interior was eerily quiet, the air heavy with the scent of antiseptic and decay. Medical supplies and equipment were scattered around, evidence of the hurried evacuation that must have taken place.
Moving cautiously towards the second floor, where the faint glimmer of light pierced the darkness, our hearts raced with hope. He led the way, his steps measured and deliberate as he scanned the surroundings for any signs of danger.
It's our luck that the zombies got distracted by the survivors earlier, as we ascended the stairs, the tension in the air was palpable. Every creak of the floorboards echoed through the silent corridors, adding to our unease. He motioned for me to stay close, his grip on the shotgun tightening.
When we reached the second-floor landing, the source of the light became clear—a dimly lit room at the end of the hallway. Without hesitation, we approached, our footsteps muffled by the worn carpet beneath us.
As we neared the room, a mixture of emotions swirled within him—hope, fear, anticipation. He raised a hand, signaling me to halt just outside the door. He pressed his ear against the wooden surface, listening intently for any sounds from within.
Silence greeted us, broken only by the distant moans of the undead outside. With a determined nod, Alicia's father pushed the door open slowly as he point the shotgun forward staying cautious, the hinges protesting with a soft squeak.
The room was bathed in a soft glow, the light emanating from a battery-powered lantern placed on a makeshift table. In the center of the room, there was nk one.
Alicia's father's breath caught in his throat as he called out tentatively. "Elena?" his voice filled with a mixture of hope and trepidation.
Then… all of a sudden. Someone came out the table, startled, her features illuminated by the lantern's warm light.
"Victor…?" She said softly It was indeed Alicia's mother, her eyes widening in disbelief and joy at the sight of her husband.
Tears welled up in Victor's eyes as he rushed forward, embracing her mother tightly. "you're alive," he whispered, relief flooding his voice.
Elena returned the embrace, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I thought I'd never see you again," she murmured, her voice choked with emotion.
"Um, sorry to interrupt your reunion, but we need to gather what we can and get moving," I interjected, trying to steer the focus back to the urgency of our situation.
Victor and Elena chuckled softly, the tension momentarily lifted by their shared laughter. "Of course, sorry about that," Victor said with a smile.
Elena's gaze shifted to me. "And who might you be, young man?" she inquired, curiosity flickering in her eyes.
"He's a fellow survivor from Alicia's school," Victor explained, gesturing towards me.
A flicker of relief crossed Elena's face. "Alicia's safe then?" she asked, her concern evident.
"Yes, she's safe and unharmed," Victor reassured her, sensing the worry in her voice.
"That's a relief. Let's not waste any time. I want to see her as soon as possible," Elena said, her determination to reunite with her daughter palpable.
"Agreed, let's gather what we need and make our way out," Victor said, taking the lead as we prepared to depart.
In the tense moment, Elena led the way while Victor stayed close behind her, his shotgun ready. We descended to the first floor and headed towards the storage room where medical supplies were kept.
"This is where we store our supplies. We need to get what we need quickly and leave," Elena instructed, her voice urgent.
Victor nodded in agreement and moved to open the door. Suddenly, a hand holding a handgun appeared from inside the storage room. Without warning, a shot rang out, hitting Victor in the head.
"NO!!" Elena's scream pierced the air as Victor fell. I quickly dropped to pick up Victor's shotgun, but before I could react, another shot rang out, hitting Elena.
Enraged and filled with adrenaline, I grabbed the shotgun, aiming it at the assailant. "Damn you!" I shouted as I fired, hitting the attacker.
The recoil from the shotgun was intense, numbing my shoulder. Despite the pain, I pressed forward, entering the storage room to confront the assailant.
"Stop! Please! I was scared! I didn't know who you were!" the nurse in the uniform pleaded, fear evident in his eyes.
"You saw Elena in her uniform and still shot her," I retorted, anger and sorrow mixing in my voice.
"I'm sorry, I panicked. What if they killed me?" he shouted in desperation, trying to justify his actions.
I surveyed the situation, realizing he was alone. But before any more words could be exchanged, the ground shook as a horde of zombies approached. A grim smirk crossed my face. "See you in hell," I muttered, lifting the shotgun to my head.
My hand trembled as I faced the choice: end my own life or face the horde of zombies once more. Either way, it was a grim outcome in this harsh new world. I press the trigger, and killed myself.
I gasped, and look around. "Hey, you okay?" Victor whispered as we are currently going down the stairs
"Yeah, I'm fine. Let's move forward" I said
"Okay…" he said finding it weird
We got to the storage room, "This is where we store our supplies. We need to get what we need quickly and leave," Elena instructed, her voice urgent.
Victor nodded in agreement and moved to open the door. Suddenly, a hand holding a handgun appeared from inside the storage room. However, as I know this is going to happen I was prepared.
And immediately grabbed the handgun from him, however he was gripping it too tightly. Victor, immediately help me and knock the guy in his hand but he still manage to shot Victor in his chest.
"NO!!" Elena's scream pierced the air, "Dammit!" I shouted and punch his face as hard as I could. He budge and move away, as he again point his gun at me.
"NO!! WAIT! I'M A NURSE TOO!" Elena shouted as she cover me with both her arms spread, "So what, bitch!" the assailant spat, pressing the trigger and shooting Elena in the stomach.
"YOU MOTHERFCKER!!" I shouted My rage surged as I snatched up Victor's shotgun, aiming it at the assailant. But before I could fire, another shot pierced the air, hitting me in the hand. Despite the pain, I gritted my teeth and pressed the trigger.
"Hah.. hah… fck.." I murmured, I couldn't kill myself. I can't move my hand, "Dammit" I cried as the horde of zombies approached, their relentless hunger evident in their frenzied movements. My whole body trembling, remember what happened in the school.
The horde got in, and start eating me alive. The pain was beyond anything I could imagine as they bit into me. It hurt not just my body, but my mind too, knowing I was being eaten alive. I could hear the sounds of my body being chewed up and my bones being crushed.
Every second felt like forever, filled with terrible pain. After the first bite, it felt like burning when their spit mixed with my blood. My skin was being torn, and with every bite, it felt like my nerves were on fire.
It was scary to know that this was how I would die, aware and feeling it all. I yelled out because it hurt so much and I was so scared.
As time went on, it felt like it would never end. My mouth tasted like blood, and it smelled like death. I couldn't see clearly because I was crying, and my screams were lost in the noise of the monsters eating me.
I wanted it to stop. I hoped to pass out to escape the pain. But the pain kept going until, at last, I started to lose my senses and everything went dark.