elbos @ 2007-09-22T18: 35:00
Dando gun for loss, Paul left the office taking care not to step on the putrid body of the man, leaving the door creaking, was found in a large office with papers on the floor, sparking computers with monitors broken, tables overturned and blood, much blood. However, the most daunting of all this grim picture were the dozens of fingerprints and blood-stained footprints crisscrossed everywhere, a complete collection, but did not see anyone, but neither could ensure that those footprints were living beings.
Carefully reviewed all the compartments of workers and their tables in search of something that might serve as a weapon, trying to make as little noise as possible, lighting of the place was quite weak, and halogen lit flickered intermittently, the silence in that room I was getting on my nerves. Had just closed a drawer of a smoker when a metallic sound broke the fragile calm, rang again, this time as if he had dropped a spoon on the floor. The sound came from a hallway adjacent to the room turning the corner.
dared not see what happened without a decent weapon, just realize that it had held your breath all the time breathing and was sweating, swollen lungs and exhaled slowly, needed to relax. Reviewed the drawers of the tables were still right and found a small sword-shaped letter opener, may serve as a dagger, although it was not too keen, put it in the belt buckle and again heard that goddamn noise we've been listening for quite some time, this wail of something that previously had been human, that buzz that made you hair stand on end, was like the growl of a dying beast and stalking. Gradually
that sound was multiplying until it seemed that the entire floor was groaning. A disco inferno began to hear through the building, doors opening and closing, the walls were shaking and the sighs, the moans he drilled above the ears. This was a macabre tune when it announced a possible death, the bravest of the brave have put to mourn on the floor like a baby to hear and feel all inside the building
"Now is the hell "
There was no other option but to leave by legs, the fire escape was the end of several corridors crossing was his only salvation, so I ran as much as I could, ignoring the growing crowd coming towards him and the noise grew in a corner of a sudden, was blocked by another infected immediately, Paul attack again as it did with the previous but this one grabbed him off balance to the body and he fell to the ground and drop the backpack. Aching for the fall
rose slowly and located a few feet toward the backpack narrow corridor separating him from salvation, as noted scared grabbed the foot,. The infected was holding him down awkwardly but with anger in his right ankle ready to bite with a mouth dripping blood, but something like darker and thicker.
a kick broke free, stumbled picked up his backpack and ran out the door a push. But all was not yet out of danger, several of these beings are already moving towards the door, glanced could count ten to twelve. He closed the door and leaned against it by exerting pressure, while seeking a loophole.
"no good, they would gain in number and strength"
peering to the surroundings and to his surprise he saw climbing stairs up to two people with individual jackets which they were familiar. The closer was on the gleaming black vests acronym
ZAC
- Out!
did not need to repeat it twice. Sticking to the wall a few steps down.
BLAM!
The door swung open to make way for the fervent wave hands rigid tooth and looking forward to something to eat.
Too close, one of them managed shoulder deep scratch protected by nothing more than Paul's civilian clothes. From there his memories are confused, dizzy, stung the scratch and could only remember a lot of noise of guns, people screaming and rattle it feels to be inside a vehicle.
When he awoke, his tongue was asleep and felt in the mouth the taste of anesthesia, opened his eyes and found himself in a kind of UCI in which the only table was theirs in the middle of the room, with a dim light and red, everything seems normal except that there was a surveillance camera in the ceiling.
be tried to incorporate, but to get to know what would happen after she had not. A deep voice, very serious, like someone had smoked for 40 years in a row, spoke but does not seem to address him.
- Incredible ...
Another young voice replied
helpful
- Tests confirm a complete symbiosis, we did sir. Dazed and
ardiéndole shoulder, was in a nearby mirror wearing nothing but the typical hospital gown and with a fantastic track on the left hand attached to a bottle of dubious content.
deep voice again to say a few words that time if they were directed towards him
- How are you, Paul?
That voice ... I was strangely familiar.
remained silent - Do not say anything? You should be grateful boy, we've saved lives and also have in you something special ... Paul
clouded in his thoughts, he turned his head to discover that the voice came from a corner where he was an old speaker.
"Qq-happened to me? "Stammered
- you're safe ... I have saved my life but you can not stay ... ... Special. - Seemed to seek the right words to hide something.
"What the hell is this? ... God, that headache"
The voice went on, this time in a hard and defiant tone:
- Seriously. Not dead because I want to go on living, we are interested. Furthermore, you know some of us gives way ... Naughty.
"Why not have me killed? Do you want to talk? "
Before I could answer the stranger spoke again
- I would love to continue this discussion but I have what it takes, we will see in the afterlife.
The speaker gave a click and no longer hear the voice again.
- Hello? Is there anybody there?
shouted through the window to his right he could see outside was falling and a storm was pretty strong and dark, he heard more thunder and the room is lit by lightning.
could not keep waiting for something to happen, had to take the lead. He took off his route carefully, and stood up on shaky legs to get up he saw his clothes and backpack were supported in a chair in the room, to his surprise, the gun was inside.
something is wrong, too quiet, fearing the worst, went to the window and looked out. What he expected.
Neither was in a hospital, or is safe. He was in a building that has spent more time at home: ZAC Nursing Chapter 2
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