~Chpt. 3. There is some gore so be ready. Here you go!~
Mike was hauled out of the ambulance and pushed into the hospital. With blood still around his mouth, he was pushed into the E.R. and immediately examined by the best doctor in the hospital. The doctor - who went by the the name of Dr. Bin Laden - turned around putting on latex free gloves.
My mom said to the doctor, "Hello doctor, this child was found trowing up blood on our beautiful, well kept lawn."
"Judy, calm down you're acting like YOU'RE the one who's about to die! It's grass, we can replant it!"
"How about we all calm down and play a game called tell the doctor what happened?" came Dr. Bin Laden's sarcastic reply.
"Goddamnit I'll tell him!" I chimed in. "SO, he tried to get my attention at about 2:00 A.M. and started randomly pukin' blood. People are being really clueless now and we just want to know what's goin' on with him."
"Okay I'll take a look at him." said the doctor, putting on his glasses. "You three can have seat in the waiting room."
"Thank you doctor." my parents and I said.
We all walked into the waiting room and sat down. We talked a bit about poor Michael. The three of us ended up sticking around for about 45 minutes before a nurse called us in. We were brought back to the room that Michael and the doctor were in. We found the doctor on the floor naked and dead. Mike was eating the doctors ripped off groin. Next he stood up and began walking toward us. The nurse calmly closed the door and locked it on Mike who was now completely zombified.
"Well before the doctor had his own little problem there, we found that this boy had an unidentified virus in his brain. After we determined this, his vital signs suddenly went down and he died. What you just saw is not truly your friend, he is a deceased killer who may kill many people and may even pass on the virus. We have to kill either him, or the virus but either way, we would still be taking the large risk of him not making it."
"Dad, do you have your pocket-knife with you?" I asked my dad.
"Yeah, why?" my dad answered.
"Let me see it." I said putting my hand out.
He awkwardly put the folding jack-knife in my hand.
"Let's go kick some ass!" I said walking into the room where Mike was and realized that Mike was not the only person back from the dead. The doctor and Mike both were walking toward me.
I flipped out the knife and said, "Come get some you undead asses!!"
~This seems like a nice place to stop. Hope you enjoyed Chpt. 3! Chpt. 4 coming soon! Keep checking in. It may seem like the story is going by fast but this is just the begining! Stay up to date and keep reading this story! Comment with what you think, fan me, and vote! Thanks! - Nate
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Thomas and the Deceased
TerrorThomas and his friends are in trouble. A sickening problem has aroused. A virus is going around that seems to be uncureable that causes the dead to come back. The fate of the world is in the hands of Thomas and his friends. Will they survive?
