1 Year After Outbreak

     When I woke I knew for a fact that I wasn’t stuck in that damp and dark basement anymore. Sitting up, I took notice of my surroundings. I was in a bed covered in bright white blankets, the room around me was clean and somewhat welcoming. But I didn’t let it fool me, nothing had been “welcoming” for the past year. I pulled the blankets off of me, I noticed that my leg had been bandaged up and the pain was still there but not as prominent as it had been. My clothes had been changed as well; from tattered jeans and a torn-up black shirt too shorts and a short-sleeved compression shirt. I froze when I heard voices come from the other side of the door and my survival instincts kicked in. As quietly as I could, I pushed myself off the bed and started searching the room for a weapon or at least something to defend myself with. The only thing I could find was a pair of suture scissors, but I wasn’t complaining. Snatching it up, I shuffled to the door and waited. A moment later the door opened slowly and I pressed myself to closer to the wall, trying to stay as close to the wall as possible. The first person to come inside was a woman probably in her late twenties, following close behind her was a man dressed in a full military outfit.

    “Where did she go?” The man asked as the woman rushed to the bed.

    “I don’t know! She was here a second ago! I don’t know where she could have gone!” The military man shoved her out of the way and she started backing up in my direction. I waited till the woman got closer to my hiding spot before I reached out and grabbed her by the hair.

The woman shrieked as I brought the scissors to her throat. I was careful to not cut the fleshy part of her throat. The man spun on his heels and pointed his gun at the two of us.

    “Don’t shoot!” cried the woman and I hugged her tighter to my body.

   “Where am I?” I screamed, pushing the scissors deeper into the woman’s throat.

The man raised his gun in surrender.

     “Listen, we found you and saved you from a horde of undead! You had a cut on your leg and it was infected so Doctor Stitchberry stopped the infection!” The man told me, but I didn’t let, who I could only assume was Doctor Stitchberry.

    “We’re not here to hurt you! We just want to help!” the woman, Doctor Stitchberry, tried reasoning with me and I only laughed a bitter laugh.

    “Help? It’s the apocalypse, no one helps anyone anymore.” I spat at the both of them. I glanced at the door behind me and I dragged Doctor Stitchberry with me.

   “We want to help you!” Doctor Stitchberry tried again, but I didn’t listen to her; I dragged her as far as the thresh hold.

    “Sorry, but I didn’t ask for help.” I hissed at the two of them.

   One minute all I could feel was the dull pain in my leg and the next, I felt something sharp stab into my back, before a current of electricity was shot into me. My muscles seized and my arm holding the scissors dropped, I felt my body collapse to the floor.

   My body muscles continued to tense and seize, I found it rather hard to breath. I saw shoes and my eyes traveled up until I saw the face of the person standing over me. I glared at him but he didn’t even acknowledge me; he merely stepped over my body and started speaking to the doctor and the military man. I saw their mouths move and they would occasionally look my way, but I couldn’t hear a damn thing they were saying; I heard a ringing noise echoing in my ears. I gave one final sigh before I slipped off into an electric shock induced unconsciousness.