Into the Backrooms

Infection

I wake up, feeling feverish. Low growling all around me. I see dog-like creatures all around me. In my delirious state of mind, I reach out and pet one. The dog-like creatures growl softly, more menacingly. One snaps at me. I giggle hysterically, not caring about the looming, ominous threat. I start to move, only to find one of the creatures lunge at me, biting my left hand's thumb and index finger clean off.

I break out of the delirious prison my mind has woven itself into. I feel the agony sear, quick and frenzied, spreading like wildfire up my arm. I lash out with my wire sword, but my swings are unbalanced and weak, as I am still groggy and oddly feverish. The dogs lunge at me, tearing at my legs and my strips of makeshift bandages. Blood oozes. The dogs are quick to lap it up, then opening the bloodied cavity of my leg for more. I feel my legs disappear under numb and sedating pain. It is unbearable. I nearly slump unconscious when a humanoid like— wait! A human walks up to me  and casually drives down a crowbar into a dog's neck. The monstrous dogs around me whimper, but then encouraged by my steady flow of blood, they lunge towards the new victim. The human dispatches the creatures easily, not before suffering a bite of it's own. The person then offers a shaky hand towards me. I accept it and warily stumble forward, letting loose bloodied strips from my now narrowed down legs. They will scarred for life. The new person is wearing a hazmat suit, equipped with a gas mask inside. There are multiple blood stains around the suit, and a big rip in the oxygen tank. 

He reaches to me, then, the skin melts away! His hazmat suit melts into a puddle on to the ground, the gas mask falls with a thud, and pink and red liquid slides to the floor in slobbery clumps. Hell is revealed.

The creature stands about a feet taller then me, and a split down it's head where rows upon rows of jagged teeth glisten with blood. He greedily yanks a hanging strip from my leg, eliciting howls of pain from me, and devours it. I shakily and painfully raise the wire sword. The creature doesn't notice, busy snarfing on the corpses of the dog creatures. I bring it down, on it's back, and push. Blood surges, and the creature yowls and moans, turning towards me, but it was to late.

I fall back towards the floor, giddy and light-headed. I glance at my legs. Infection has already set in. Green patches, in clumps, rising up steadily. My old wounds from the glowing 'smilers' (that's what I call them) are a putrid shade old purple.

I have a new enemy.

Infection.