The Outbreak

Chapter 5

Stiles POV

I get back from my daily patrol of the city slightly earlier today. The small group of us walk back into the hospital, none of our weapons needing to be used today, thankfully. I strap my shotgun over my shoulder as I walk down a few corridors, not exactly sure where I am going to now. Maybe I could do a stock count to see how much food and water we have? That's always important to keep check of. As I start to make my way to where we store the food and bottles or large containers of water, my friend Mitchell rushes up to me. "Oh, hey Mitch. What's up?" I greet him cheerfully as we walk down another corridor. "We just got back from our patrol near the valley about half an hour ago and thank goodness we decided to drive past there." Mitchell informs me.

"Why? What happened?" I frown worriedly as I turn to my friend, gun still strapped to my back. I also have a pistol in its holster around my waist. I always have that on me, just in case. All the other guns are big and bulky. Hand guns are easy to carry around in case of a quick emergency that none of us have time to plan for. I also have a knife on the inside of my jacket, which also can come in handy. "There was this boy about our age that was getting attacked by a hoard of infected. The poor boy wasn't prepared for it at all. He only had a simple hand gun with him and a bag full of water bottles and a dwindling supply of food. We got to him before he could be killed or bitten though. However, he is badly scratched. I think Meg is working on him now." Mitchell informs me. I stop walking and quickly turn around, Mitchell following suit.

"Alright, I guess I'll go see what's going on. It's my job, I suppose, since there is some new guy here. Do you think we can trust him?" I ask Mitchell as we walk back towards the main room where the injured go. There's generally a doctor in there at the time. It's better to keep all the patients close so the doctors and nurses can get to everyone a little bit easier. In a normal world, it would be better if everyone had their own rooms, but I don't think we can afford that luxury here. If some of the infected got in here and everyone was split up... Well, there's less of a chance that we will all survive. There'd probably be more infected than humans within a matter of minutes.

"Yeah, I think we can trust him. He's not very optimistic though. This virus has definitely broken him, it seems." Mitchell informs me. "I guess he must have lost something very important then." I shrug, knowing exactly how that feels. However, I think that remaining hopeful really helps with the pain, fear and sadness that comes with this dystopian world. "He's a werewolf by the way." Mitchell adds with a grin. I look over at my friend with excitement.

"Oh, really? We haven't dealt with a werewolf in such a long time." I ask, feeling more intrigued. Mitchell nods quickly.

"Yeah, I know." Mitchell agrees with me.

"I've always found werewolves and the supernatural fascinating." I mumble more or less to myself as I think back to the crazy times in Beacon Hills with my friends. I wish I could have those times back, but  I don't think I ever will. The world can never go back to the way it was, even if a cure was somehow found. Meg's lead with the blood samples of an infected and non-infected hasn't gone anywhere yet, so I guess we will just have to keep looking. "What was the guy doing out in the valley anyway?" I ask curiously.

"Looking for supplies, apparently. He has come from somewhere up north." Mitchell tells me.

"Wow, this guy must be insane." I chuckle as I continue to walk through the hospital with my happy and excited friend.

Scott POV

I hiss a little as the woman sitting beside me applies a white cloth covered in some green goop onto the wounds, my t-shirt lying on the pillow of the hospital bed. It stings like hell. "Sorry Mr McCall, it's just better if we get this cleaned up as throughly as we can. I know the mixture doesn't feel too great, but it definitely does the job." The woman, Megan I think her name was, tells me in a comforting voice. My muscles tense and tighten as she continues to dab the goop over my wounds. "The infected have nasty scratches, don't they?" Megan asks me, trying to strike up a casual conversation. Thankfully, there aren't too many people in this hospital room getting treated. There are only two other patients. There's a nurse that is attending to them. I must say, hiding out in a hospital was a great idea. It gives you the equipment you need to operate on someone if you need to. I guess it's also a good place to start researching for a cure, even though I don't believe there is one. Whoever started this huge group was pretty smart and careful about where they decided to set up. Meanwhile, I just chose any large building that could potentially be barricaded to block out the infected or at the very least defend ourselves from the inhuman creatures.