The sky was a dark grey and large clouds hung over my head. The loud, rhythmic pattern of rain surrounded me. My light wash jeans turned to a dark blue as the rainwater soaked them. My curly ponytail moved side to side as my body exerted itself, running away.
My legs were moving faster than my brain could process. I left St. Mary's Hospital running as fast as I physically could. The tall wet grass brushed against my legs as I sprinted past trucks and trees. Air filled up my lungs so violently it felt as if my chest was on fire.
"She's over there!" I heard a voice scream from behind me. Gunshots then began to echo, disrupting the calm sound of nature.
shit shit shit...
Without stopping, I flinched slightly when a bullet flew past my head. I gasped and my eyes widened due to my near death experience.
Hiding behind a tree for cover, My feet shuffled as they came to a stop. Still breathing heavily, I peered around the bark and saw a truck.
The lights were on so that must mean the keys were inside. It looked like whoever was in that truck left.
People were closing in, they knew where I was.
I sighed, then broke into a quick sprint towards the truck. My ears started to ring from the constant ammo firing.
Almost Immediately after leaving my cover, I felt a sharp pain in my right shoulder. I groaned and held the aggravated area. I was shot. My dark grey shirt started to bleed red. My pace faltered slightly, but I kept moving.
When I reached the truck I swung the door open desperately, climbing into the drivers seat. I shielded my face with my elbow as a bullet hit the rearview mirror and cracked it.
I was right. The keys are in the ignition.
wasting no time, I shifted the car into drive and stomped on the gas pedal. The truck roared and sped up quickly. Without taking my foot off the gas, I rammed into the metal fence, leaving the facility.
I thought I had done it, I thought I was safe. That was until bullets pierced the engine one time too many. I knew what this meant, the truck was going to explode.
I pushed open the door with my good arm and jumped out of the car. My body rolled forcibly onto the dirt, creating new cuts and bruises each time I hit the ground.
Ouch...fuck...
I groaned and laid on my back, holding my shoulder tightly. After a few seconds, I heard a loud crash. The truck had rammed into a tree, and exploded. The shots soon came to a halt.
They must think I'm still in the car... they think I'm dead.
I slowly assemble any last strength I have in my body to stand up. As soon as I stand and put weight on my ankle, I almost fall back down. It might be sprained, or worse.
I limp to the closet building which happened to be some sort of run down hotel. The big red sign read "Hampton Inn". You opened the door cautiously and listened for infected. When the coast seemed to be clear, you stumbled into the lobby and sat on an old couch.
As the adrenaline calmed down, your pain only got worse. The vicious throbbing pain in your ankle and the agonizing wound in your shoulder made up the most of it. You sat there confused and hurt. Typically, the WLF had everything you needed. Bandages, medications, doctors, you name it. Obviously, this is no longer something you can rely on.
Then it hit you. You lost the only home you knew. All you friends, your job, your comfort... its gone. All because of one mistake.
Overwhelmed with pain and emotion, you began to cry. Salty tears mixed with the rainwater and sweat on your dirty face. You have nowhere to go.
