Ambulate: Season One

"Anthropophagite"

Episode
Five:

In a sharp intake of breaths I awoke, gasping in horror I found myself floating in discolored water with dozens of lurkers floating around me, seeing their discoloration eyes staring into mine. With shortness of breath I panicked, I gasped stumbling over the deceased's and with sudden realization, none of them moved at all.

How'd I ended up here? Last I remembered I passed out underneath the seats of the train. Fucking whistlers and their unscrupulous amusement. I shook my head, walked towards the platform, and tried lifting myself up and fell back into the water. As badly hurt as I am I tried with the littlest strength I had left to myself up to the platform and managed. I then leaned back on my elbows and looked at my wounded leg.

I ripped a piece of cloth off my shirt, wrapping it around the injured area tightly wrapped blood still continued to flow through. I stretched out my arms until my hands touched the railings. A lurker grabbed me out of surprise by my right foot, biting the front rubber of my boot. I slammed my foot down into the lurkers' decayed skull. It stumbles off me, landing on its back, unable to get up. I again grabbed hold of the railings and pulled myself up to my feet, groaning as I tried balancing myself.

Before I could even draw breath I exhaled sharply, trying to not focus on the pain and staggered to where I left, Elizabeth. Soon after I reached the spot, Elizabeth was gone and from the looks of it, someone must've dragged her body through the locked door. I freaked and began punching the door violently, shouting "GODDAMMIT!" over and over again.

Punch after punch gunshots were fired in close proximity lurkers screaming at close range. I could barely move or fucking run. I can't attract any lurkers or any potential threats to my position. I need to find the exit leading out of the tunnel. I've got to haul ass. I tried limping a bit faster but fell on my knees.

Adam: Ahhh, Goddamnit!

Keith: Excuse me, you on the floor there, you okay?

Adam: Does it look like I'm okay to you?

Keith: Your leg is pretty torn up. Were you bit?

Adam: Fuck do you care! As a matter of fact, I don't fucking care anymore! Just do us both a fucking favor and kill me already. I'm done talking.

Keith: I'd be very very careful what you say around us. We most definitely won't hesitate to grant your wish.

Adam: (Whispers) Go fuck yourself.

Keith: I'm sorry, I didn't catch that. You wanna run that by me again.

Adam: I said go fuck your-

Before I could set myself to face him he swung his gun with total aggression across the right side of my head knocking me out cold. My head was pounding before I could even open my eyes. When I did everything was blurred, the sounds around me were muffled. I squinted, slowly my vision and hearing became clearer. I was in a strange room bound to a stretcher surrounded by rows of dozens of nude women with their breasts attached to a pump machine.

Their bodies were scared with large cuts and bruises. "Where the fuck am I? What is this place?" observing around the room lost with total confusion. The room smelled of metallic odor and charcoal. I gotta get outta here I gotta get out. I tried desperately wiggling my hands about but the bindings were still in place, and there was no way I was escaping them. Footsteps crept closer when suddenly a tall man with a bloody apron stepped inside and rolled me out of the room.