The room was dark, dark enough to the point where David could've sworn that he heard footsteps coming from the other side of the room. He tried moving his hands in an effort to get up-at least that might've relieved his anxiety. It did. He felt like someone was holding his hands to the wall, some sort of metal maybe. He tried moving them again, then, he was able to stretch out his arms.

I originally thought that my hands were cuffed up, but they aren't. What is this place? It smells like dust everywhere. Where did all of my colleagues go? Why am I sprawled up like this?

Indeed he was doing some lab research probably a couple of hours ago with two of his colleagues. Only until now, he managed to find out that he was sprawled up against the wall of a dark room that wasn't even his laboratory. So, someone must've knocked him out and taken him to this room to use him for their purposes.

I don't even think I'm on the same college campus, or a campus for that matter.

David got up, stretched his arms, and started walking towards what he believed had been the door to this room. He put his arms out so he could feel the space around him. Hopefully, this would help him with figuring out what he should touch and what he probably shouldn't be touching.

I'm almost there, I think.

He was still somewhat anxious as he couldn't control his hands from shaking. Taking one step at a time, he finally managed to reach the door of this room because he felt the knob.

Yes!

He turned the knob and pulled the door open. He was expecting light, light to shine upon him as he opened the door, almost as if he were in a dream, but nothing happened. Alas, there was still darkness, and David began to feel more frightened by the minute.

He took another step on the other side of the door and noticed that he was stepping on a different kind of floor tile. It was a different material, something metallic maybe. Either way, he had to keep going and find a switch. Anything, anything that would give him light.

In the darkness, he walked forward as he stretched out his hands. Sadly, he didn't have a weapon, although, if anything did approach him at this moment, he would have to turn around and run back to the room while shutting the door behind him. Even after that, there wasn't a guarantee that he'd survive the encounter.

Yes! I've got something! I think I've finally managed to find a switch.

He felt a switch on the right side of the walls. Based on the area that he was feeling, he came to the conclusion that he was walking down a hallway and at the end of the hallway was a light switch, which was his main key to getting out of this cursed place.

He flipped the switch but nothing happened. Agitated, he started flipping the switch again and again, only to get the same result. He sighed, turned around, and started feeling for another door knob-there was. He turned the door knob and opened the next door. As he stepped inside of this room, he noticed that the air felt different. More importantly, as he touched the objects in the room the answer of where he was in this vicinity was put right in front of his face: the control room.

David was in a control room of some sort, with buttons and even levers too. He bumped into a soft wheeled-chair as he was touching all of the buttons. If only he had a flashlight or even his phone to call for help. Why did he have to suffer like this?

Okay, you got this, there should be another door here that leads out. If I'm lucky, maybe there are some keys in the cabinets, although I highly doubt that.

He started to give up, and it became clear to him that the entire vicinity was powerless. He should've come to this conclusion beforehand, but he held on to his hope. Whoever put him in that dark room might be watching, so he can't act too swift maybe.

David walked away from the controls, bumped into something else, and moved out of the way. He walked, but something pulled him back, something that had been attached to his lab coat.

What is this?

It had been sharp because once David moved back and felt what had held him back, it almost pierced his finger.

Fuck.

He was about to remove his lab coat from whatever was holding him back until he felt the button of his feet kick something. It was a cabinet. He kneeled and tried feeling for the handle. Once he felt for it, he opened the small cabinet and moved his hands through it. He smiled as he was sure that whatever he felt was a flashlight.

Oh, please, please let this flashlight have batteries.

It did. David turned it on and now he could see everything more clearly. He pointed the flashlight in all directions and he fixed his glasses. He took a deep breath and pointed the flashlight on what was caught in his lab coat. It was a bloody piece of glass-a long one at that. He removed his lab coat from it and turned around.

The flashlight that was aimed in front of him had detected another door, just like David would've thought. It also detected a control room, just like David had presumed.

Hold on, if I can't get through the door, there should be a vent for someone. I'm short and skinny, so I don't see why I shouldn't be able to fit through it.

He walked on the other side of the row full of control equipment and saw a vent.

Hmmm...

First, he turned towards the door, walked up to him, and tried opening it. Not to his surprise, this door wouldn't open.

Whoever trapped me in here purposely unlocked the other door and locked that one, which means that they would've wanted me to go through the vent I just saw too. But...what's waiting on the other side for me if I go? Do I want to find out?

Before, he had thought that someone might have been watching him through the cameras, but the power is off, so maybe they're watching him through other means, which meant that they might be close.

Or I could just be crazy and over-assuming things.

Point noted. He looked in the cabinets again for a screwdriver and couldn't find any. Even after looking through all the cabinets in this room, it was useless. He decided to then put his efforts in just pulling open the vent cover instead. It had worked, even going against David's expectations. He pulled the vent cover out and tested whether or not he would be able to fit. He could, which he had expected.

The air vents, hopefully, would lead him to either another room which would lead him to a staircase which would lead him to a parking lot that would finally lead him outside. Only then would he be free.

He put the flashlight on the outskirts of his mouth, bit down on it, and started crawling through the air vent. He was actually making quite good progress as he continued to crawl until he needed to make another door. The turns were the worst and they always took him longer than what he had expected them to take.

About five minutes of crawling went by and he started hearing noises-noises of munching and growling. It wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for him to notice them.

What?! Are those animals? No, but they don't sound like animals? What is that?

He shook his head, feeling a little dizzy, and continued crawling. He saw a vent fan and made a left turn.

Oh, this is it.

What was in front of David was another vent cover. Using his flight light, he hit the sides of the vent cover so hard that they nearly popped off. However, they were still covered.

Shit, kicking them would be more effective, but this is the position I have to keep.

He went for another hit and finally the vent cover came off. At first, he decided to know where he was, as it was still dark and he needed to use his flashlight to analyze his surroundings. Once he was standing up, he analyzed the area-he was standing on concrete, and it was colder, so he must've been outside. Blood was everywhere, and the stench of blood was terrible too.

David saw vehicles, lots of them. Most of the vehicles were barricaded next to each other, and those vehicles looked like the ones that an average civilian would use. The other vehicles, the ones that were scattered, were emergency and military trucks.

I still hear the growling noises, and it's coming from the direction of where the barricaded vehicles are.

David flashed his flashlight in that direction and started walking. He felt sick to his stomach, mostly due to the smell of blood that had never left no matter how far he went. Maneuvering from the top of vehicle to vehicle, he had managed to get across the barricade. It was only until he fully stepped out of the cover of this building that he realized he was trapped.

There were walls in all three directions but maybe he wasn't as trapped as he thought. Due to the moonlight, he didn't need the flashlight anyway, but he kept it in his pocket. He jogged towards the crates that were stacked against the twenty-five feet tall walls and used them to get higher ground.

When he reached the top of the crate and looked over, he was shocked. The sight had overwhelmed him so much that he felt his heart heating up in his chest. He put the palm of his hands on his chest and started breathing deeply.

Holy shit...no...this can't be. This has to be something from a comic book. No way...

Oh, but it was true, and he couldn't deny it. There was a large poster that he had just seen saying: CORVINIA X RESEARCH BUILDING; THE ISLAND'S BEST AND BRIGHTEST!

Right below the poster was the horde of the living walking dead. No one else. He thought about his situation and his heart sank. He was all alone on this island full of zombies. Who knows what the other countries are going through.

That's it. It's over. I guess I'm going to scavenge for a gun and shoot myself. All of my efforts were in vain. There is no light, only darkness.