*Discontinued* Project Storm

3. Panic Room

Virgil sat there as this man pretty much gave him a damn physical. He didn't understand what the point in all this is. So he had a cut on his forehead. Why did it matter? He didn't want to be there. Why was he forced to stay? He hadn't even noticed his foot was tapping anxiously. His nerves were pretty much shot. He was almost bitten by a zombie AGAIN! He was dealing with a supposed doctor and that alone was triggering. All He could see was that man's face... the syringe... the zombies. God, He hated zombies. AND HE HATES DOCTOR'S... Virgil pushed the man away as his anxiety got too much and Patton just sat there watching with sad eyes.

"I just want to make sure we don't send you off with..."

"I'm fine." Virgil started to get up when the man from earlier came barreling into the room out of breath.

"We're fucked." Virgil narrowed his eyes as Roman frowned, a slight panic in his eyes. "Too many dead-eyed sons of bitches out there."

"What do you mean? There was hardly..." Roman's eyes went dark making Virgil frown as the realization hit him. "The gunshot..." Roman nodded as Virgil's heart pretty much stopped. Virgil pulled his hood up and ran to the door only to be stopped. He screamed and freaked out feeling Roman wrap his arms around him to stop him. Virgil could do it. He felt trapped... Confined. All of this was burning through him. He felt like he was going to puke. "LET ME GO!"

"If you want to go out there and die, fine. Be my guest. But I will not allow you to risk my group for a death wish."

"Roman!" The guy let go and Virgil fell to his knees as the panic began to set in. He was trapped... Trapped in a house with a man who would sooner shoot him in the head before he would ever just let him leave... Trapped with hundreds and hundreds of zombies closing in and He... He couldn't... He couldn't breathe. "ROMAN!" Virgil fell over feeling his head hit the floor as he gripped his chest desperate for air. Tears fell from his eyes as he struggled just to get some air in. He was always struggling it seemed. Always...

"What's happening?" Their voices were muffled as his oxygen-deprived mind began to shut down. He couldn't latch on to anything. It slurred their words until the voices all conjoined into one.

"He's having a panic attack." The black crept further in no as no doubt the zombies did too. They were just outside. He knew they were. That man had said so. He could never escape them. No matter how many times he tried. He was just destined to die by those rotters. It was just a fact. He was going to die. They were going to finish off what those two never got the chance to. He was nothing but zombie feed at this point. Might as well come and get it... "ROMAN GET THE BUCKET!" Virgil's body convulsed as his throat filled up. He felt something cold pressed into his hands and next he knew he was hunched over whatever it was throwing up everything in his stomach, which was nothing because he hadn't eaten in days.

"Shit." Virgil's body gave out almost instantly. The black took over and he was just lost... lost to the fear. If he was going to die, they had better be quick about it.

He was supposed to be at some high tech lab getting the shit poked out of him by doctors of god knows what kind. He was supposed to be, but he wasn't. No instead the man that was taking him got gnawed on and died. He was stuck in the car when it happened. The man had gotten out to canvas the area, but that was a fucked up move. He left Virgil in the car thinking he would be safe. Virgil was... He was not. On his way back this z popped out of nowhere and pushed him to the ground. He was just yelling for Virgil, screaming at him to help. What exactly was Virgil supposed to do? The poor guy was terrified of Z's. He couldn't move. Another Z started banging on the car door and that was all it took to make Virgil freak. He jumped in the front seat and took the fuck off. Maybe that's why they say Virgil escaped. Is running from death really that bad a choice? Sure he left the man there to die but he was a goner anyway. Once you're down... You're dead.

"Is it just me or does he look like he's dead?" Voices filled the black and Virgi couldn't help but frown. Is this what his hell was going to be like? Was he really to be damned to oblivion with nothing but the voice to keep him company?

"He does seem to have lost quite a bit of color." He just wanted it to be quiet. He wanted peace. No doctors. No Zombies. No death threats... NO PROJECT STORM. Just him and the quiet.

"At least he's breathing otherwise I'd say just shoot him now." Virgil's whole body started to feel cold, causing him to curl in on himself desperate for some warmth only to receive nothing from his actions. It just felt cold. "Hey Pat, what are you doing?"

"I'm... I'm going through his things."