Infected

2

He painfully awoke to be laying on the concrete floor in a peculiar looking building. Thomas stood up and immediately fell down again. Once agin he placed his hands on the cold floor and pushed himself up to a poor in which he could barley balance himself. He leaned against the wall and began to shuffle his way toward the door which had only one window with no glass and a titanium slide that shut it tight. Thomas tried to push it open but had no luck. He tried yelling and naming on the door, nothing. He had seemed to repeat this until he a deemed that nothing would work. Finally, as a last resort ha backed up away from the metal door, and with little strange he had rammed into it. CRACK, he heard coming from his shoulder. He screamed in pain and collapsed onto the floor. Despite the pain coming from his now dislocated elbow he stood back up.

"One, two, three!" Thomas yelled as he slammed into the door.

The sharp pain in his shoulder almost became unbearable, but once again he stood up and repeated,

"One... T-two, Three!", he whimpered as he rammed the door open causing him the fall to the floor once again this time, out of his cell.

He tried to mush himself up but was in too much pain. Coming to the conclusion that he could not stand on his own he began to crawl avoid the use of his right arm as much as possible. As he crawled down the hallway he saw many other rooms like the one he was in. Thomas stopped to take a break under a widow that had been drilled into cement wall that let in a sliver of light. Tired, hungry, and dehydrated, Thomas had little energy and was desperate for an exit from this horrible place. He stood up and peered out the opening; there was only miles of open grassy field and cloudy skies. He soon realized that there wasn't an easy exit, but even if he did manage to leave the building, where would he go? From what it looked like he would just be wandering forever into the distance. Then, out of nowhere a person had appeared into his vision of sight just out side of the building. A rush of hope and excitement rushed through his body. He pressed his face up against the opening and shouted

"Help! Help!", there was no response as far as he knew.

'Maybe he didn't hear me?', Thomas thought. Once again Thomas shouted,

"Fucking help! Please! Get help!", once agin no response but the man began retreating from his sight.

"PLEASE! COME BACK! DON'T FUCKING LEAVE ME HERE!", He shouted.

'God damnit!' He thought.  Thomas slid down against the wall and began to sob. Then, a figure appeared out of the dark hallway...