Dalia's Imaginary Friends

Chapter 11: Adulthood Part 4 | Spider Webs

Authors Note: Hey again guys week was super busy as usual but weekend posts shall continue. I hope more of you all read my story although it's short :-) I appreciate it. It's quite strange & clunky but I love dark deep weird novels.
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      The coast is clear but the eerie hospital grounds still are unpredictable. My stomach desperately growls for the sight of hunger. My pale arms becoming fragile and thin. My only companion is a bizarre looking spider who I'm deeply afraid of. It's quite uncomfortable, but having an escape route is always fun.
     I stand awkwardly against the basement door wondering if the others are in danger or not. A raging pain hits my stomach as I grab the door aggressively. It felt like something was stuck inside of my body, but what?... Dexter tells me to breathe in and breathe out slowly, trying to ease the pain. But it gets worse and worse and worse....
My scalp feels inflamed while my vision turns to rust. I can barely even notice if I am still in the corridor. Dexter tiny fragile body crawls quickly but surely across the open corridor, his legs making tingling noises as he scatters. I lay on the left side of the corridor barely sitting, my head leaning against the metal door in pain. I scrunch into a ball and lay there with my head in my palms.
Dexter slowly approaching me gives me a clean towel and some foreign medicine (which I could not understand). My inflamed scalp reduces slowly enough for me to get up. I manage to limp. Exploding noises come from outside the extremely wide glass corridor windows. Dexter and I view the chaos that's erupting quickly in the damaged streets. There is so much going on all at once.
People lay dead or injured on the sides of the street corners, children wandering the streets alone, surprisingly some even holding shotguns at gunpoint, missiles launching into mid air, cracks in the middle of street damage and intersecting the road vehicles, lamp posts and traffic lights swaying dangerously, rocks been fired into houses and even shops, animals limping on one foot, and let's not forget the cold blooded zombie killers.
Dexter escorts me through the hospital grounds finding a new passage way a long the journey. I never seen so many exits in my lifetime. The passage is full of mould and darkness. The lights give the rooms a yellow disgusting glow. Smoke gathers around us as toxic fumes sway into our nostrils. I hold my jumper sleeve over my mouth and nose walking even more dangerously into the chemicals. After nearly dying from suffocation, we make it to an exit door, hurray!
Taking a glance outside two police officers stand in the hospital grounds, leant against a police car eating two massive hamburgers. You'd think they'd be on duty trying to help people from dying, rocks being fired or even to shoot the zombies but no. I guess they have other plans. A large green dumpster beside us we both hop into it (trying to be as silent as we can). We use the cover to see if the coast is clear or not, also viewing what's happening at the same time.
Also maybe even get eaten by half alive zombies but we didn't take that into consideration, the mouldy stench of food makes my tastebuds feel numb inside. Maggots and flies gathered around in one single pile feasting on their leftover garbage. Hugely claustrophobic.
Lying in the dumpster for I'd say nearly half an hour, the police officers still engage in conversation while we are submerged in fast food leftover meals. I blank out in a trance as decree taps my shoulder harshly, I turn and see a half alive gigantic zombie, it's mouth ripped open and it's eyes bloodshot so badly you can't tell his eye colour. His cheekbones caved in and his jet black hair messily in a ponytail.
I cover my mouth with my sleeve and try not to scream, he awaits behind the vehicle with a lighter dangling out of his pocket. The police officers face forward so they cannot feel his presence. They turn out and before they can unleash the trigger, he rips open their faces and sucks their blood dry. The whole scenario I witnessed felt so unrealistic but it wasn't. I feel pain erupting in my stomach again like a volcano. He strolls near the dumpster and stops dead in his tracks, he notices us witnessing the event and before we know it, we are gonna be dead meat.

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