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Confused and scared I try to stand up. The room is dark and cold. I finally reach a wall... and a cold handle. I push it open. |
Silence... Darkness.... and the stench of death. Where am I? What is going on.... where is Matt? |
We walk a bit more, both of us silent. Matt stops dead in his tracks looking foward trying to make out what is ahead. |
The weather is terrible. The roads are even worse. We need to find some better form of transportation to get out of here faster. |
Our feet carry us past the gun shots, out an open door, and down the first dirt road we see. |
As we run through the halls, the guards yell at us to slow down. We speed up. We can only expect that they'll open fire. |
This place is bigger than either of us would have thought walking in. The burnt out exit signs don't make any part of this escape easy. |
I grab Greg and tear him away from the body. We run towards the exit as he tries to wipe the blood from his face. |
Greg: "Matt! Where the fuck have you been?" Matt: "No time, we need to get the hell out of here!" |
I walk into the room to see Greg kneeling over a seemingly dead body. We need to get out of here. What did Greg do? |
The moment of contemplation, as I wondered what I had become, seemed like hours, days, even months... |
I know this man wasn't infected himself, but seeing his blood on my own face begins to make me queazy. I barely notice him dying... |
I kneel down over him, with my knees pinning down his arms and continue to punch. Blood splatters into my face. |
I kick the table into his chest and knock him back. The monitor fall off still playing. I get up and punch his face in. What have i become? |
On it is the girl from the basement, I watch mesmerized for a few seconds, and I watch her in horror as I enter the room. The man laughs. |
His head hits the desk and he picks him self right up and goes behind his desk. He turns a computer monitor towards me. He presses play. |
I fail to respond and he grabs me by the throat and holds tight, I struggle for a second and kick him in the stomach, he stumbles back |
There is a scream down the hall, and he turns around with a twisted smile on his face. He asks me do I value my life? I hesitate to respond |
The man explains to me how it all started with the pigs. It slowly spread, children first then adults. The infection soon spread to cities. |
He begins to explain the infection. I slowly plot my get away as soon as I learn how this all started |
