Authors: Mark Campbell
A thick metal briefcase sat next to the sink inside the bathroom.
A torn sticker on the briefcase read ‘Lazarus’. Empty glass vials littered
the floor.
“We have to get out of here now,” Andrew said.
Something rustled in one of the rooms ahead.
Andrew tensed and raised his pistol.
The rustling sound happened again.
The room was vacant. The blood-stained bed was empty with the
exception of the shattered plywood and a rogue arrow that had struck
through the skylight. Air blew through the shattered skylight and rustled
the pages in the open bible that lay on the floor.
“Good,” Martinez said. “So we found a way out of here?”
Andrew turned towards Martinez and nodded, smiling.
He quickly lost his smile.
A rotting skeletal humanoid frame shambled down the hallway
behind Martinez. Its hair had fallen out and its skin had receded away
from its mouth, revealing a toothy skeletal grin. His eyes were sunken
deep in their sockets and clumps of meat hung off of its pitiful frame.
Martinez swung around and drew his baton, crouching, ready.
“I got this bastard,” Martinez said.
Andrew fired at the creature multiple times, but the shots didn’t
slow it down, despite the well-placed head shots. “Get away from that
thing
now
!”
Martinez let out a terrified scream and started to strike the baton
against his own leg, desperately trying to hit the hand, cracking his shin in
the process.
Jerri started to run and help but froze when she thought about
Jacob’s well-being. This was something different. The creature was unlike
any Acexa or PT-12 variant she ever witnessed.
Andrew holstered his pistol, paced back and forth a second, and
then flipped the bed out of the middle of the room, crashing it against the
wall. He grabbed the dresser and pushed it underneath the skylight.
“What…” Jerri started, stammering. “What were…?”
“I don’t know! Okay?! I don’t fucking know!” Andrew shouted,
hyperventilating. “I don’t want to talk about it! Let’s just… Let’s just go!
Let’s go! Okay?! Let’s get the hell out of here and go!”
The area in front of medical was empty with the exception of two
badly mutilated corpses. The medical sally port was sealed and that gave
Andrew a good indication that his source was still inside.
“Hurry up! We have a clear path!” Andrew yelled. “The horde is
still gathered around the corner at the entrance, trying to figure a way
through!”
Jerri jumped as one of the creatures started to bash against the
door, almost knocking it off of its hinges. She ran to Andrew and held the
bundled baby up to him, terrified.
Behind her, the wooden door buckled and cracked.
Jacob quieted down but continued to squirm in the blanket.
Andrew took Jacob and laid him down on the roof and then
reached down towards Jerri. He paused when he noticed that his hand
was bloody. He looked over at Jacob and saw that the blanket he was
holding had bloody splotches on it.
The two mutilated corpses lying on the ground snapped and
squirmed at his presence but, lacking arms or legs, there was little they
could do except stare.
Jerri frowned.
“Not this again,” she muttered to herself, shaking her head.
Jerri, not having many other options available to her at the
moment, tucked the child close to her and tumbled down towards his
open arms, screaming.
“Support team regroup at the left atrium! Break, break, break! 10-33 in
progress! Multiple fires! Men down! We need riot support! We’re getting massacred
over–”
A FEMA officer, multiple arrows sticking out of his armor,
lurched from around the corner and fixated his dead gaze on both of
them, moaning. He staggered towards them, arms extended. A multitude
followed close behind.
It unlocked and the door slid open.
Jerri hurried inside with Jacob and Andrew followed.
It smelled like stale cigarette smoke. A single abandoned desk sat
against the wall. The lights were dim and the ceiling tiles were badly water
damaged. A door sat on each side of the unmanned desk. One door led
into the dark recesses of the patient wing and the other led into the
administrative hall.
“Thank God,” Chris said, smiling at Andrew. “I was wondering
how long it would take for you guys to contain the situation out there.”
He froze as he spotted Jerri.
A long, deep and fresh wound ran down the side of his face.
“You,” Chris uttered, eyes narrowing, glaring at her.
Andrew watched in bewilderment.
“Came back so I can return the favor?” Chris said and spat.
Jerri tried to mask her terror.
“No,” she said, “I came to finish your other cheek.”
“He chased me!” Jerri shouted, raising her knife. She looked at
Andrew for support. “I walked in on him using all the morphine! When
he saw me he tried to attack me!”
Chris looked down and muttered to himself, pacing small circles.
Andrew lowered his eyes.
“You…
knew
?” she asked Andrew.
Andrew paused and rubbed the back of his neck.
“So drug abuse is considered ‘just one of those things’?” Jerri
shouted, stepping back. She felt like she was going to faint. “There are
people in here who were in agony and he was busy getting high!”
Andrew reached a hand out towards her.
“Jerri, please…”
Jerri slapped his hand aside and stepped back.
“Don’t you fucking touch me!” she shouted. “You both are sick!”
Andrew spun towards Chris angrily.
“You never said you chased her!” Andrew shouted.
Chris recoiled and held his hands up defensively.
“N-n-now, I just misremembered that bit! That’s all!” Chris
explained, half-pleading. “I would never hurt anybody. That was the deal,
right? I take a little here… a little there… and nobody would notice! It’s a
victimless crime!”
“Now look, I need you to get out of here… Things have
degenerated beyond the point of repair outside. Can you get us to Camp
7?” Andrew asked.
“Andrew,” Jerri said, staring at him with her piercing eyes.
He turned towards her.
She motioned for him to step closer to her.
“What is it?” Andrew asked quietly as walked towards her.
“I know,” he said. “I’m sorry… if I knew you were the one
who… caught him dosing… I would have thought of another way if there
was one.”
“How could you look the other way on his actions?” she asked.
“We hardly have any medicine left and he used his position to steal what
little we got…”
“The same way I looked the other way at all of the other shit I
witnessed inside this camp,” he said. “It wasn’t easy, but bartering with
the devil is the only way to survive sometimes. He’s the only one who
knows the location of the tunnel, so if I wanted to get someone out, he is
the only one I could go to. I could have tortured him for the
information… but that isn’t my way. I did it the only way I knew how.”
“Doesn’t make it right,” she snapped, cradling Jacob in her arms.
“No, and I’m sorry,” Andrew said with a sigh.
“I tried to get the ones out who couldn’t survive on their own in
here. The rules here are dangerous and mistakes deadly,” Andrew
explained. “The children are always the first to suffer, so I got as many of
them out as I could.”