The Outbreak || Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter Two

The male nurse raised himself onto his feet and nonchalantly turned to face me. His face had started to decay, his eyes a disgusting puss-like yellow, blood dribbled down his chin and his smock stained a crisp scarlet. Without a second to spare to gather my bearings this functional corps made a beeline straight for me. To my surprise it moved so quickly, it seemed determined to dig its rotten teeth into my flesh. Spinning on my heals I make a break for the doors leading to the emergency stairwell. I climbed down two flights of stairs as fast as my legs could carry me. However, I lost my footing trying to take a sharp turn down the last set of stairs, I slipped and the floor came at me fast.

I was in no physical condition to get up, but I had no other option.

With the little strength I had I tried hoisting myself up. My hand slipped off the corner of the stone steps as my arm gave out. I landed hard on my abdomen only putting my already damaged rib cage into an even more critical state.

My body flinched when the steel double doors flew open.

"That has to be a hoard," I thought and my eyes swelled with tears, "I-I can't die... Not like this!"

I was capable of managing to get up on all fours and I saw my medical reports lying in front of me. I desperately reach for the Manila folder; my hand began to tremble. My finger tips reach the edge of the folder and I felt a warm fluid substance stream down my fingers, and there was excruciating pain as I gripped the files in my hand.
My vision started to blur, but just as I was about to collapse, I suddenly couldn't feel the floor beneath me and my body felt like it was as light as air.
"What...?" I said with a weak exhale.