Survival

Chapter 3

                                          CHAPTER 3: TURNED

"No! Your kidding! this is some kind of sick joke!There isn't such things as vampires!" I said in a disbelieving tone.

"You want proof?" he asked.

I paused.

Maybe I am still dead. Maybe this is just God spitting on me for sinning while I had been alive. Weren't one of the rules not to steal from others? Or maybe there is such things as vampires.

I nodded my head, as if challenging him to prove it.

He smiled at me, his lips curling back over his pearly white teeth.

I gasped as I saw two pairs of incisors on his upper set of teeth, and on the lower set of teeth he also had two pairs of incisors. Suddenly they began to extend themselves, becoming longer and sharper looking.

I had never seen teeth like that before, I'd learned in school that you only had two pairs of incisors, not four, and that you can't just willingly make them grow.

"Believe me now?" he asked.

I nodded, speechless.

I looked around the room.

It looked like we were in a doctor's office, the blinds were closed and a dead computer lay on the desk the man in the hood was sitting on.

"Who are you? Where are we?" I asked.

"You're still in Ireland, in Balinasloe hospital. And you may only call me master, Sire or Sir. I am never telling you my name, no matter how many times you ask," he informed me.

I felt slightly annoyed, I never liked title names, only calling people by their real name, or, if I don't like them, I used to call them mean nicknames.

But I held my tongue, bit down my usual sarcastic remarks, and just nodded my head.

Here's another fact about me: I used words as a weapon.

When somebody pissed me off, anybody, I'd use my sarcasm.

"Good, now lets go, we have training to do," he said.

"Wait! Am I, a, uh, vampire?" I asked nervously.

Hoody paused, turned around, and stared at me intently, searching my face.

Finally he said, "Your a vampire fledgling. You still breathe, still have a heartbeat, but is faster, stronger and has to drink blood once a month. And you heal faster than a human. You can also walk through the sunlight."

My jaw dropped.

I still have a heartbeat. I can still breathe.

He pushed his hood back slightly, so I could see some of his features.

Hoody had a long nose, skimmy cheekbones and a long face.And luminous green eyes. His hair was black, and looked to be in his early twenties.

Hot!

I mentally scolded myself for thinking that.

He opened the door to reveal a long narrow hallway.

There were hospital beds overturned,  wheelchairs lying on their side on the floor, patients' documents and profiles lay scattered all along the hallways, and whenever I peeked into rooms, the machines were on the floor, curtains lay ripped on the floor, and the occasional blood spatters against the walls.

"Where are the walkers?" I asked Hoody.

"Mostly at the bottom floors. We're at the highest floor. I'm bringing you out the back exits. There's less of them there."

I stayed silent after that.

We weaved through hallways, went through fire exits, and after what seemed like a long time, we were in an alleyway.

I listened out for a sign of any walkers, and to my surprise I heard what seemed like hundreds of them.

I took a step back, not sure if I should follow Hoody.

He seemed to notice my hesitation, because he stopped and turned to look at me.

"There must be hundreds of them! I'm not going into that car park!" I hissed.

"The walkers are more vulnerable to Vampires than you think, Mileena. I have killed hundreds myself. To get here with you I had to kill most of them," he told me.

I glared at him, but followed him towards the parking lot.

I gazed in wonder at around 50 or 60 walkers.

"You must be joking!" I said, my eyes bulging.

Suddenly a female walker launched herself at me.

I yelled, and tried to punch her.

As soon as my fist connected with her jaw, she went flying imto a group of walkers that were beginning to walk towards me, with their arms outstretched.

  I stared in shock at my fist.

  Last time I had punched someone, or something,  a boy had been bullying me in school, so I got angry and punched him in the nose, but he hadn't fallen at least twenty metres away from me.

I turned towards Hoody, and finally I snapped out of my shock to help him.

I ran towards the horde of walkers and grabbed the only weapon I had grabbed from the hospital.

A kitchen knife.

It wasn't exactly big, I'd found it beside one of the overturned beds while I was following Hoody out here.

Don't ask why there was a kitchen knife in the middle of a hallway where any living person could of gotten stabbed.

Well, if half the population were still alive.

I plunged the knife into a fat male walkers head. Then, with unbelievable speed, I turned around on pure instinct and started stabbing the walkers in the heads.

Three months ago, I would of cowered away from them in fear, but after I had started scavenging, I realised I had to start killing them, or else it would be me ending up dead, or worse, a walking dead zombie.

After a while, I forgot that they had once been humans, and started realising that they were monsters looking to kill us.

Soon enough, around 50 or so walkers were lying decapitated or with stab wounds in their heads.

"Come on, we need to get going," Hoody said.