I began to run back around the isolated corridor. After a few seconds I was stopped dead in my tracks by a neon sign marked ‘EXIT’. I was overwhelmed with incredible relief.
I slammed open the door preparing to be impacted by fresh air and blue, when I felt my lungs fill with smoke. I began gasping for air when I felt strong arms wrap around my torso and pull me outwards away from the building. I peered upwards to thank this person, when I rendered unconscious.
***
“Wake up. Wake up! I’m serious WAKE UP WOMAN!” I abruptly opened my eyes and jumped up snarling and growling with my teeth barred like a savage animal. I could feel my teeth sharpen making them look demonic and deadly.
“Whoa! Um… easy!” said the man who woke me up.
I jumped off the table and walked toward him. He loaded a shotgun, took off the safety and pointed it at me. I quickly calmed myself by sitting on the ground and staring blankly ahead of myself. He lowered his weapon and looked at me almost in awe.
“I… I’ve never seen anything like this,” began another man,“Before me is this beautiful creature,” he continued, “Yet a few seconds ago all I saw was yet another infected being.”
“Infected?” I asked, obviously startling him.
“So she speaks!” yet another guy that looked nearly identical to the last.
“‘She’ has a name, its Sarina,” I rebutted.
“Hummm… Sarina the zombie,” said the first.
“Zombie! What the actual fuck!” I shouted, “They don’t exist! They’re in video games and movies! Not in real life!”
“Sarina, you’re going to need to learn how to trust us,” he said calmly.
“How am I supposed to trust you guys? I don’t even know your names! And I just woke up!”
“My name is Sergeant Dean Fergusson and Blake and Jason here are fraternal twins. I need you to be our ally,” he said.
“No… rewind. You said that I was ‘infected’. Infected by what?” I questioned.
“You’re saying you don’t know?”he said before pausing and staring at me. He sighed before continuing slowly,“How long have you been in there?”
“What year is it?” I responded blankly.
“2043,” he stated.
“Well the last year I can remember was…” I struggled for a while before I could feel my temples throbbing, “N-nine… no” I gasped for air as I struggled to coke out the last date in my memory.
“S-Sarina! Stop! It’s not worth it,” said Sargent Fergusson.
“NO!” I screamed, “I can do this. Just wait.”
“1999,” I said after a moment of silence.
“That’s impossible,” he replied,“You look merely 16. Your hair remains black like a raven’s wing. Your face, soft and infant like,” he mused.
“It’s not impossible, I’m here, aren’t I?” I questioned.
“It is the virus, it hasn’t taken control. You have become one with it.”
“What virus!” I shouted.
(( I will add a description here eventually, sorry for leaving you in the dark.))
I stopped listening; I didn’t want to hear about any of it. I didn’t want to be that, but like he said I’m already infected.
