The last one (camren)

t h r e e

The sunlight outside instantly burnt against Camila's skin like never before.

She squinted, placing a hand over her forehead to shield her eyes from the direct sun rays.

At least she was out of that creepy hospital and back into the open. She was so thankful for that fire exit. It may have been her only exit, her only way back out into civilisation.

Now that she was out of the hospital building, her mission was to get away from the hospital grounds and find her friends, or someone that could possibly help her at least.

There was a railing beside her, rust and dirt covering it. Camila threw her limp body against it, almost collapsing onto it and clinging onto it. She relied on it like it was her life as her arms pulled her along it.

Every step was as painful as the next but she didn't give up. Then she reached the end of the railing, beads of sweat rising from her skin on her forehead. There was a constant throbbing in her head and Camila cursed her luck when she reached a corner of the building and felt the hot sun burn her skin.

Dehydration, stress, and disorientation... all on a scorching hot day. Camila bit her lip lightly, not wanting to rip out her stitches, as she lowered her gaze to the floor and tried to concentrate on anything other than the heat or passing out. She began seeing small stars in her vision and had to blink them away, her feet moving still but much slower than before.

After a few painful seconds, Camila reached a few concrete stairs leading downwards onto, what looked like, a smooth pathway. Maybe that was where the exit was.

Feeling slightly optimistic, Camila hesitantly placed her scarred, injured foot onto the first step. She released the hard breathe she had been holding in when she felt the warmth of the step radiate through her foot, up her leg and through her whole body. She gulped before taking the next step.

Her breathing was short and quick, her mouth drying even more with every step that was taken.

"Fuck," she panted, eventually reaching the bottom of the few steps. The smooth pathway now beneath her feet looked like gravel, but felt soft on her skin. With each step she took, her feet would make a padding noise as they came in contact with the ground.

Her surroundings were silent, it was almost eerie. In fact, it was eerie.

Deadly silence.

Camila hoped that there was at least someone near the hospital entrance, or exit, that could help her out. She needed to talk to someone as she felt her sanity slowly slipping away each second.

Camila was always one for overthinking, she would do it on the daily. Unintentionally most times. It was just a habit. A terrible, unstoppable habit. Although she was given the carefree, bad girl persona by her friends sometimes, she herself knew about how she kept all of her true feelings on the inside. She never shown them, so she just... Overthought things.

So right now, anyone, a friendly face, would be perfect.

Her fragile fingers scraped carelessly against the brick wall of the hospital building beside her as she approached a sharp turn.

Her knees felt weak beneath her but the pathway was helping with her sore foot. As she dragged herself along the brick wall, she reached the corner. What she saw next was enough to make anyone collapse. She was definitely not prepared.

This was not what she expected.

There were bodies lying all around, everywhere on the floor; infected, diseased or something. They had dirty, sepia filtered bags covering their heads, some entirely covered in the bag, none of their body visible at all.