My book of horror stories

Waiting for death

Blood coated the Windows. A coppery scented liquid blocking the view of the outside world. Smothering the people inside.

Continuous coughing, abandoned hope, truly a place that houses the depressed.

Wheezing people in the corner, gasping for a breath of fresh air.

Corpses sprawled onto the dirty floor, cursed with a look of fear for all eternity.

Medical supplies scattered randomly, their content spilling out, no use for this illness.

An eerie silence coated the room, only ragged breathing, coughing or bodies sliding down the wall onto the floor.

All they can do is wait. Wait for death to claim them.