PROJECT ANDERSON

CHAPTER TWO: ANDIE CONTINUED

I drove back into town with tears streaming down my face. How the fuck was I going to explain all of this to Dorian?

And then I remembered where Ashley was.

"Fuck...fuck!" I proclaimed as I slammed my hand on the wheel.

James had said that Livie came back three nights ago and just died last night, so maybe she would be okay until then.

But just in case I decided that I was going to head to the hospital and check things out.

As I drove, I reached into my bra and grabbed my pack of smokes and lit one up, I just wish that it wasn't tobacco I was smoking.

Upon arriving at the hospital, I noticed that the afternoon shift's cars were still there along with the night shift's.

"Maybe they are just in a meeting or something." I thought, but I knew that I was just lying to myself.

Although I figured that everything was going to be fine, nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to see through those doors.

As I got out of the car I threw my cigarette down and stamped it out, something told me that I was unprepared...it was right.

I walked up to the ED entrance and peered inside...there was blood everywhere.

Had Ashley changed that fast?

I jumped back when I saw a man lunge at locked door. That glass wouldn't hold him long, but it was long enough to get a good look at him.

He was wearing a tan suit with blood soaked sleeves.

"Someone was hungry..."

As if this was time for stupid jokes.

The man slapped the glass again...this time a little harder. I jumped back from the door and pulled out the gun from my waist band, but when I pointed at the undead man...I couldn't do it.

I wasn't prepared enough for what would happen if I had shot the man anyway.

"Son of a bitch!" I proclaimed before looking back at the man.

I felt like I had seen him before, but it was hard to tell because half his face was missing now. And by the way he was sniffing the air and the grey film like substance that covered his eyes, I figured he couldn't see me, but he damn sure could smell me.

I ran back to my car and decided that I would come back with more ammo and another gun.

March 10, 2082...the day of the massacre....

When I got home the night before, Dorian was standing in the garage polishing his precious fucking bike. But when I woke up that morning he was gone, but I didn't really care too much.

I had a mission to complete and then I was leaving town with or without him.

I went downstairs to my basement, somewhere he didn't know about. After turning on the light I headed towards a large gun cabinet, it was the only thing my parents left me when they died. I grabbed a rifle and enough ammo to take down a small army.

Which in hindsight I didn't need it all.

When I arrived back to the hospital...the cars were still there and now there were more, so I knew that there was going to be a lot more of those things inside there.

I opened the door and went inside, thinking that I would see some of the 'zombies' walking around. But there wasn't any...it was like they all left.

"Where are you bastards?" I asked as if they could actually answer me.

"Aunt Allison..."

I looked around at the sound of my niece's voice.

"Ash...where are you?" I asked as I walked cautiously towards her bed.

"Over here." Ashley answered from behind me.

I froze for a moment before turning around to face what I hoped was my little precious niece and not just something pretending to be her.

"Ashley, why aren't you in bed?" I asked with an uneasy smile.

"I feel a lot better now, where's my mommy and daddy?" Ashley asked with a confused look in her eyes.

She didn't look any different and she could still see, but I couldn't fully trust her.

"They're at home Ash, your daddy knew that I was coming to the hospital to work; so he decided he would go check on your mommy after she hurt you."

I didn't have the heart to tell her then and I still don't.

"I want to go home, the people here are weird." Ashley said stepping closer to me.

"I can't take you home Ashichu...you're sick." I said stepping back.

"I told you I feel fine." Ashley said before getting even closer.

"I know what you said, but you don't look fine." I said pulling out the hand gun again. "I don't want to do this, but it has to be done."

Ashley looked at me and I could see the tears swelling up in her eyes...as I pointed the gun at her head...my heart was breaking...I couldn't hurt her.

"Go to my car and wait...I won't be long." I said before putting the gun down.

Ash looked at me for a moment before running away and out of the Emergency Department doors. As I watched her leave I heard something breathing behind me.

"Alright Ally time to go Rambo." I told myself before turning around and aimed my gun.

Dr. Jones slowly made his way towards me...he was missing his arm and his guts were hanging out of his stomach.

"Sorry Jeremy." I said before shooting him in the head. "Mercy."

I had no intention of letting any of them escape and kill the whole town.

If I knew then what I know now I never would have done any of this.

I made my way through the hospital hoping that I would find another survivor, but all I found was more and more of the people that I used to know.

After shooting my way through the hallways I finally made it to the nursery wing, The one place I hoped I wouldn't have to see anything dead. It was my last hope of saving anyone in this hospital, but upon entering the room I realized that it was all for not.

The six newborns that were born the nights before were nothing, but blood and what little flesh was left was horribly mangled.

I ignored the urge to throw up my own guts and looked around...until I heard it...the cooing of a baby.

Timothy...he had been in the NICU for two months.

I ran to Timmy's bed and looked inside....

He was alive...hungry, but alive none the less.

"Hey Tim Tim your father is going to be so happy to see you." I said before opening the tray and took him out. "If only I knew where he was."

After grabbing some bottles from the fridge in the storage room, I headed out with the tiny baby in my arms. But before I could leave the hospital...

I felt a sharp blow to the back of my head and passed out...thankfully not on Timmy.