Chapter 32: Last Kiss

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Josh was lying on the floor. A large serrated knife was perched in his hand. He lie on top of Trenton, Nicks tame zombie. Josh had stabbed it several times through the chest.

"Holy shit Josh. What is this?"
I stood in awe.

He looked up at me, and tears flooded his eyes. "It... It bit Sam."
He looked at the door in front of him. The door led to a hospital operation room, that had an observation window next to it.

I stood up from Josh and walked to the window. "Is she in here?" I asked slowly.

Josh nodded. "She locked herself in there."

"Well we need to cut off wherever she was bitten so she doesn't get infected. Where was she bit?" I looked at Josh. He remained silent. "Where?" I asked, this time more sternly.

Josh looked down. Tears fell like a waterfall.

I shook my head. "The neck?" I asked quietly.

Josh looked back up. I looked at the window. I couldn't see Sam through the window. I clenched my teeth and punched the window hard. "Damnit." I shouted. "I'm gonna get some keys. She will not die on my watch."

"It's over Christian." Josh stood up.

"Don't be like that!" I shouted. "It's never over."

I ran to the counter and searched through drawers.

"What are you looking for?" Asked Hannah.

"Keys." I shook my head and rustled through the drawers.

She began to look as well. She searched much quicker than I and she found a ring of around fifty or so keys. She threw them to me.

"Take Gavin out and start up the helicopter, I have to do something." I gestured her and Gavin outside. Then I took the keys back to the room. Josh was standing in front of the window with his head resting against it.

I walked up behind him. Peering through the window, I spotted Sam. She was snarling. Her skin was pale, whiter than paper and Blood dripped past her teeth. I put my hand on Josh's shoulder.

"Give me the keys." Josh whispered. His breath condensed on the glass.

I looked at him. "What?"

"Give me the keys." He repeated, this time in a deeper voice.

"Josh, no." I stopped him.

"Give me the fucking keys." He turned to me.

I put my hands on his chest and pushed him against the wall. "Damn it Josh, pull yourself together."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the black M1911. He pointed it at me. I backed up and raised my hands. He furrowed his brow and held out his hand. I dropped the key set in his hand. He searched for the room number on the keys. He put the key in the door, then turned back to me. He shook his head and released the magazine from the gun. It was empty. He dropped it to the floor and kicked it off to the side. Then he reached into his back pocket and held up another.

"One bullet," he showed me the mag. Then he loaded it into the gun and pulled back the hammer. "Use it wisely." He handed me the gun and then turned to the door, twisting the key and opening the door.

I looked at him. "Josh, don't do it."

He looked back to me, then persisted through the door. I aimed the pistol at his leg. "I'll use it wisely right now."

"No you won't." He took the keys from the door and he closed it. After it shut, he twisted the lock.

I grabbed the door knob and wrestled to open it, to no avail. I then turned ti the window. I could see Josh walking up to Sam. I put my hand on the glass. Just as quickly as he had approached her, she had bitten him, directly on the wrist. I watched as Josh's skin slowly lost color around his hand. Both Josh and Sam had become the flesh eaters.

"Fuck!" I shouted. I stepped away from the glass. I tripped over Trenton's body and fell into a pile of debris. A nail sliced through my left hand and punctured my healing wound. Blood spilled across the floor, and I bled profusely. I threw myself to my feet, clenching my wrist,

The plan was falling apart. I had to go shut down the power. My plan was now to use the helicopter and fly over the gate, rather than cut through it. But I had unattended business to fulfill first.

I looked at Trenton's body on the ground. I clenched my lip and furrowed my brow. This could only be the doing of one individual. "Nick," I whispered to myself. "Nick"

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