What Remains: Quarantine, page 18
Dr. Fumio yanked back to free himself and was barely strong enough to break free from the infected person's grasp. He began to move quickly forward, forsaking holding onto the wall to guide him. He wandered in the dark, and he ran into something metallic and heavy, tripping over it. He fell along with whatever he ran into with a loud clatter. He began to feel his muscles get tight, and his chest heavy.
He froze, knowing he needed to keep moving, but was too afraid to make more noise or trip again. In the dark, he heard movement behind him, and he couldn't tell if it was the lone infected that had grabbed him or multiple, coming to see what the noise was. Shapes moved in the dark, from both directions of the hall. He was trapped between infected, with nothing to protect himself, and no way of easy escape.
He could feel that his luck had finally run out, and he was done for. What happened next was going to happen; the only thing he could do was back up against the wall and watch as the infected got closer and closer. Helplessness took hold, and his body froze in place. The infected were mere feet away from him, and they reached out in the dark. The infected on his left was closest and reached out and touched his shoulder.
Feeling the infected persons hand on his shoulder made something click in his mind, and his fight instinct took over. He threw a solid punch at the infected person and managed to connect with their head. The infected person lost their balance and fell back. The noise sent the other infected into a craze. He had rung the dinner bell, and he was the main course.
Another infected reached out to grab him, and he quickly launched another punch. This punch only grazed the infected person but was enough to knock them back. Dr. Fumio started to gain confidence that he could handle the infected and keep them at bay. He threw another punch at the infected again to knock them down completely. He came back from the blow, and he felt a hand grasp him from behind.
Again, he tried to pull away, but this infected had a better grip. The infected pulled him back, and he felt a white-hot searing pain shoot through his back. He had been bitten by the infected. Dr. Fumio pulled away with what little strength he had left. Throwing a feeble punch, he fell forward onto the ground and felt something land on top of him.
More white-hot searing pain coursed through his leg, as the infected that had fallen onto him took a bite. He blacked out from the pain. His heartbeat began to slow, and a small pool of blood rushed out from his wounds.
Chapter 14
He wandered the dark hall, searching for something that wasn't there. He knew it would be there if he waited long enough. Time had passed, but he no longer thought of it. In fact, he rarely thought about much anymore, except for what he was continually searching for.
The others that wandered the halls with him also searched for what he was, but so far, they had found nothing. He yearned for something to present itself, and they could all have what they found. Instead, it was quiet, and it was annoying.
That is until he heard something he hadn't heard before. Something that sounded like what he was searching for. The others in the hallway heard it too, and they all began moving towards the sound. It was coming from the doors that led to the outside. They all wanted to be free, himself especially. They couldn't find the source of the noise, so they continued to wander around nearby.
Shortly after they all turned as one; the doors had been opened. They all rushed through the doors and finally found the source of the noise. Several soldiers had decided to come inside the hospital.
“What the-,” said, one soldier, before he was cut off.
Another soldier tried to raise his gun, but they were too fast. They overtook three of them before they knew what was happening. The other two fell shortly after, he lunged at the last soldier himself and grabbed his arm. He sunk his teeth deep into the soldier's arm; the soldier screamed in pain. Warm blood gushed out from his wound.
Dr. Fumio felt some semblance of joy as he felt the warm blood on his tongue. It was a new sensation, but one that his mind told him he liked. He went for another bite deciding it wouldn't hurt. The soldier still fought him but did little to stop him. More warm blood; what was left of his senses buzzed with excitement.
He couldn't remember his life before, of what he saw or thought, meant, but it didn't bother him. His new life and new senses made him more complete than ever. He cared little for anything but finding his next new buzz of excitement.
Tyler Barrett, What Remains: Quarantine
