What I didn't know was that I had made that thud and that only I could hear the ringing. My head had hit my desk and I couldn't remember what had happened. I just knew I had fainted.
When I stood up, that's when it started getting extremely painful. I mean, i've experienced worse, but this was getting almost unbearable.
I tried making my way over to the lounge where all of our over-the-counter medication was kept, only falling over a couple of times. My eyes were hazy so I couldn't exactly make out what the bottles were labeled as.
I picked up what looked like something that would cure a headache and dropped a couple into my hand. I stumbled to the sink to pour myself some water. Talk about the worst hangover ever. I was surprised we still had working water.
With a refreshing gulp, I swallowed the pills. Immediately I knew something was wrong. No, not with the pills, but with my surroundings. The work place was never one to be empty. I began walking around a bit. So far, I had seen nothing but empty space. No chairs knocked over, no signs that anyone was ever there.
I turned to a hallway, gasped, and hurried back to my office. I could sense something was following me, so I picked up my pace. Soon, I was running, but I never looked back to see what it was. As soon as I reached my office I closed the door, pulled down the shade, and locked it. I grabbed a key from my pocket and opened my desk drawer.
To my surprise there was only a gun laying on the drawer's soft felt. Usually I keep my drawer stock-piled with all sorts of weapons. I grabbed the gun and shut the drawer. I paced around my office thinking of a plan on how to get to the weapon storage all the way from building A, to building C. It wasn't going to be a walk in the park. If I was going to survive I needed more than just a gun.
I placed my hand on the door knob, peeking out through the door shades with the other. Nothing was there. It seemed clear, so I braced myself for the worst. Taking a deep breath, I quietly opened the door and took a step out, embracing the emptiness of building A.
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Agent 42 (Fin~)
FantasíaJust a few days ago an outbreak had erupted throughout Russia. Once you've come in contact with the disease by fluids, lets just say, you're toast. Then, they sent me, alone of course. I had told them I could do it alone, quarantine Russia, and that...
