The door swayed and shifted under their weight and I knew it wouldn't be long until the only barrier keeping me safe gave way. I cried when I saw the hinges on the door start to tear away from the wall. 

    Bang! The loud echo of a gun shot rang throughout the room and for a split second the moaning and pounding stopped. I felt hope rise to my chest when I heard the shuffling of their feet grow steadily farther way from my door. Only when I was sure that a large majority was gone, did I heave a sigh of relief. I muffled my cries with my hand.

    When I finally composed myself, I pushed myself off the hard tile floor and I edged my way cautiously towards the door. As slowly as I could I pulled the door open, taking a peek at the bloody mess that was now my room. 

    I sucked in a deep breath when I saw that there was still two left in my room. Quietly, I shut the door, my brain was racing, trying to figure out a way to get out of this situation. I searched around the small, dismal bathroom, looking for something to defend myself with. My eyes land on the top of the toilet to the porcelain cover that covered the pumps. I moved towards it and lifted the cover up, it weighed practically nothing but it could do some damage. I tucked the cover behind the door, before pulling the door open again. There was still only two zombies inside the room and I sighed with relief. 

    Gathering up my courage, I whistled quietly to the zombie nearest to me. It's head up to the sound and it staggered it's way towards the now open bathroom door. I pressed myself as close to the wall as I could, I waited for the zombie to fall into my trap. It stumbled inside, it stopped to sniff the air like a dog. That's when I made my move, I sprang from my hiding spot and smashed the cover against the back of the zombie's head. It's head cracked open, sending copious amounts of brains and yellowish pus and blood, before it fell to the ground, dead for good. I didn't have anytime to recover when the second zombie came bumbling inside the bathroom. The zombie grabbed my shoulders and dragged me to the ground. I had one arm holding the rotting corpse as the other one was searching wildly for something sharp enough to kill it with. My hand brushed a large piece of porcelain and as if by instinct, I brought it up and smashed it against the zombie's head. I heard it's skull crack and it fell still, it was no longer trying to eat me. I gave a sigh of relief before shoving the corpse off of me. The world around me was quiet, there was no sounds of gun fire or moans of the dead. It almost felt like there was no more danger, but I was not fooled, just because I couldn't heat any danger that didn't mean it had passed.

    I searched my room for something to protect myself with but when I found nothing. I told myself, I would find something outside of my room. I stepped cautiously in to the hall way, it was now trashed and cover in blood. The zombies had torn down the doors to the other patient's rooms. No one had survived on my hall. I walked passed the room that had once held the girl with the scarred face. A wave of sadness hit me like I wasn't expecting it; the door to the one-eyed girl was wide open and on the floor, in the middle of the room was the girl, gorging herself on one of the military men. Slowly and quietly, I leaned forward and closed the door to her room. When the door clicked into place the girl's head whipped up and she lunged for the door, her face smashed in to the small glass window, cracking it. I took a step away from the door; the girl's eye looked more "alive" now than when they had been when she was alive. She clawed at the door, her jaw snapped with hunger beyond compare. I whispered a silent prayer for her before moving on to let her go  back to feeding.

    I proceeded with wariness down the dimly lit hallway. I needed a weapon and I needed one badly. Every now and then I would hear the moans and groans of the dead echo through the building or a lone gun shot ring through the halls only to be cut off by screams before deafening silence.

   My eyes found the glowing green "exit" sign that pointed to one of the hallways and my spirit rose a fraction. I scanned the hallway for anything that could possibly be used as a weapon. The only thing that looked remotely close to a weapon was an I.V. stand. It was going to had to do. I walked over and hoisted the stand off the ground, it had been broken apart from its wheels. I ripped off the plastic fluid bag and dropped it to the ground, before continuing my way to the exit.