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            With Alina driving off into the night, I can finally be alone.  God.  This night has been so crazy and I don’t know what to make of it.  I mean… When it all started, I was so bored out of my mind.  But now?  It seems I am just another unlucky victim.  The pain in my shoulder has faded somewhat.  Mmm...  This is probably one of the best cigs I’ve ever had.  It is the last one I’ll ever have, so I might as well make the best of it.   Jeez…  How did it end up like this?

            The night started off innocently enough I guess.  I was doing my usual rounds singing along with the music, “Let the bodies hit the floor!  Let the bodies hit the flooooor!”

I loved the night shift.  I got to cruise around in my jeep, looking for punks and then scaring them off.  Tonight though was quite boring for me.  I guess that’s why I jumped at the opportunity for some action when I heard it on the company radio.

            Someone called in and said that there was something going on at the hospital.  Something about people yelling and screaming and causing a big mess, I figured it was just some punk kids terrorizing the patients there.  That would have entertained me.

            I drove along peacefully till I was coming around the corner to the hospital.  I saw the people who were running away and screaming ‘bloody murder’.  I finally got a look at one of the doctors while he tried to get his car door open.  Whatever it was, it stained his white lab coat in blotches of red.  Figured the punks just cut open a few of those medical blood bags that the hospitals carry.  As soon as that doctor got it he drove right out in front me, nearly t-boned me too.  Damn prick.

            I parked out in the front and stepped out.  No one was coming out of the hospital anymore.  It was a small hospital but I only saw about six people leave.  Must have been the night shift you know.

            I walked straight up to the front entrance confident as ever.  It was just some punks, nothing to get worked up over right?  As soon I opened the door an awful retched smell hit me.  It’s that kind of smell where you just want to gag and you can practically taste whatever it was.  I covered my mouth and nose and just started to walk further inward; just some nasty gas bomb, nothing to be afraid of.

            Looking around I thought ‘boy did those the punks’ sure make a mess of everything.’  They spilled a lot of those blood bags onto the floor, a few gurneys were laying sideways.  Medical supplies were also strewn all across the floor, but not a person in sight.  I guessed they all ran off, that was until I heard a woman’s scream.  It didn’t seem that far off either, just around the corner actually.  When I turned that corner I hadn’t prepared myself for what was really going on.

            I saw two patients, both with their back to me.  There was another guy in front of them waving a metal pole and screaming, “Get back you MONSTERS!”  It was quite an odd situation but someone was in trouble.  “HEY!  I’m with Alliance Security.  So you better cut this crap out and get back to your rooms.”  The guy who was swinging the pole just looked at me and kept swing.  “GET OUT OF HERE!  BEFORE THEY NOTICE YOU!”  He screamed back at me.  Of course I had no clue what he was talking about until the two patients turned around.

            Both were covered in blood, had yellow eyes, and bearing all their teeth at me.  Their mouths were drenched in blood, dripping down onto their gowns and the floor.  The sight of these two horrors was made me gag even more.  Next thing I knew, one of them was on the floor.  More blood flowed out as its head hit the floor and cracked open.  Pieces of skull and brain littered the ground around it.  Shortly after I saw the other one hit the floor.  I really couldn’t understand what was happening.

            I removed my eyes from the two bodies on the floor and looked back up at the guy.  The pole he was holding had blood glistening on it now.  He just committed murder right in front of me.  The only thing that seemed right was my hand on my gun.  I’ve only used it during target practice.  I pulled it out and aimed it at the guy.  His back was turned to me and he was bent down, that’s when I noticed her.  A teenage girl was curled up behind him crying her eyes out.  “Why did you just kill these two?” I had yelled at him.

            He turned back around, not even flinching at the sight of my gun.  “Do you have a car?”  It was the strangest thing to ask me.  He had just killed two people and he wanted to know if I had a car.  My hands were shaking back then.  “Just look inside the room to the left.” His voice was still quite cold.

            I didn’t think much of it at first but then my eyes caught something to the left of me, inside the room.  I turned and peered in.  My eyes adjusted quickly to the dark room.  It looked like there were five people in there, one on the bed, two on the floor and two more crouching over one of the ones on the floor.  But it wasn’t right.

The two people that were crouching had the same yellow eyes; one had a hand into the stomach of the body that was lying in front of it.  The stomach was ripped open, its intestines had been pulled out and the other yellow eyed person was eating them.  The other two bodies already had their bellies torn open, their rib cages broken.  Blood had splashed onto the walls, and the medical bed.  The floor and the creatures were covered in it too.

            That was it for my dinner.  At that very moment it decided to leave me.  Vomit ejected out of my mouth and splashed onto the floor in front of me.  Vomit and blood mixed together and it finally dawned on me what the smell was. 

            I don’t want to remember that part but it will haunt me for a little while longer.  The cig is almost all gone.  It’s calming for me either that or I’m finally going numb from blood loss. 

Now where was I?  Oh yeah…

It was all I could think about as the guy pulled me upright again.  “Look, we need to get out of here!  Do you have a car or not!?”  I was scared half to death.  I couldn’t think, I couldn’t move, nothing. 

            “This girl needs to get out of here now.  She’s scared!”  Scared?  So was I!  “Yeah I do.  Now follow me.”

            I was shaking all over but I swallowed it and lead them out of the hospital and opened my jeep up for them.       The company’s radio was still going off.  More reports were coming in that other people were attacked or encountered something strange.  They were calling for everyone to regroup.  ‘Fuck that’ I thought as I drove down the highway out of town.

            The girl was still crying in the back, curled up into the fetal position in the corner behind me.  The guy sat in the passenger seat and was wrapping up his bleeding fore arm with a piece of torn fabric.  “What happened to you and what the hell happened back there?” I asked.

            “Zombies,” He said as he finished off wrapping up his arm.  “It’s the only way I can explain it.  One of them bit me when I was protecting Alina back there.  The two zombies I was protecting her from were her recently deceased grandmother and probably her father.  Name’s Ben by the way, I’m a nurse.”

            It had only been about fifth-teen minutes of listening to Alina cry on the drive out.  The town I patrolled was really small and as soon as you entered the road out of town, you were out of town.

            What broke the silence was Bens scream.  “Hey are you alright?”  I said.  When I glanced over I saw them again, the yellow eyes of the zombies.  Panic gripped me.  I hit the brakes and turned the wheel hard to the left, Alina screamed as she felt the sudden turn and shaking of the jeep.  After that, right before we hit the ditch, I felt something clenching and tightening onto my shoulder.

            The jeep hit the ditch on the passenger side the clenching on my shoulder was gone but as it left I felt tearing and then the feel of warm blood flowing out.  I knew what I had to do.

            Thrusting my forearm up against his neck and forced him against the passenger door.  I unhooked my seat belt pushed myself against him, putting my weight on his neck.  His hands clawed against my shirt, gripping tightly and pulling me closer towards his mouth.   I found the door handle and soon we both fell out of the jeep.

            The muddy ditch cushioned our fall.  Teeth found my flesh again as he bit into my shoulder.  The pain was nearly unbearable.  My voice echoed out into the forest around us in a loud painful scream.  I couldn’t bare it anymore and as soon as I reached my gun I fired two shoots into his gut.

            His teeth scraped my collar bone and I felt him pull back tearing flesh away from me.  If zombie movies had taught me anything I had to shoot him in the head.  Eyes watering I moved my gun higher and pushed it firmly against his head on my shoulder.  I pulled the trigger again, with the deafening sounds of several shots and the feel of something soft but hard hitting the side of my head over and over I felt the tension on my shoulder release.

            His jaw was loose and I rolled over in pain.  He had done torn a chunk out of my shoulder and I doubt I’d survive much longer.  My eyes were still closed and when I opened them my jeep was no longer in front of me. It was far down the road, driving into the distance.  Alina did the right thing.  I don’t blame her. 

My cig and my story have ended now; guess I might as well end it now.  I’ll just put the gun to my head, pull the trigger and be free of this pain.

*click*

The clip is empty.  Now what?  Well…  I guess I always wanted to be in a zombie movie.