I was visiting some sort of science place... I never cared for science. Our guide was probably the most boring person ever. Every time he made a stupid comment about how experimenting can be dangerous made me roll my eyes. I leaned against a table. I accidentally pushed against a book, causing it to fall over and smash several vials of liquids I didn't recognise.
"What have you done?" The guide overreacted.
He took a cloth and tried to clean up the liquids. But when his skin made contact, it burned. His screams pierced my ears. As his skin burned, he fell unconscious, falling onto the mixture of the liquids. Smoke came from him.
"Somebody, call the hospital!" A woman cried.
Several of my fellow students dialled 911 into their cell phones. I couldn't help but to feel guilty.
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My class and I went with our guide to the hospital. His shirt melted into his skin. It was a sickening sight. A few people actually vomited.
"Your all going to have to leave for a few moments." A man said.
We all had left the room. I watched the doctors tend to our guide through the window. The girl I loved, Elise, was by my side.
"Are you okay? You look a little pale," Elise said.
"I... It's gross." I lye.
The real reason why I looked sickly was because of the guilt.
"Do you need to-"
Elise was interrupted by an ear-splitting scream. We looked back through the window and saw our guide grab a doctor and bite into her. Consuming her flesh. He got up and then bit into the next doctor.
"Somebody help!" Elise cried.
Several doctors came to our aid. They held the guide against the bed and strapped him down, most getting scratched in the process. The guide continued to swallow the blood that remained in his mouth.
"You and your class must leave this instant!" A doctor said, rushing us out the door.
We all boarded the bus. Nobody spoken a word. Speechless. Our bus driver drove us back to school and later we returned to our homes. Haunting images of our guide sinking his teeth into the doctors.
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All My Fault [The Walking Dead fanfic]
FanfictionWhat would you do if the zombie apocalypse was all your fault? The human extinction was your fault... No cure and no military. But you don't need to think about that because it was all my fault. Now I need to survive. I need to... Survive.