We spent an hour having our buns, washing up our faces and using the toilets although it was a little awkward having a man in the same confined space as us. We had calmed down enough to consider getting out of there and finding another safe place to stay. More importantly, we had thought of looking for a place to charge our phones as everyone’s were dying and we needed desperately to talk to our loved ones. We also considered dumping our heavy bags in the toilet but I did not want to part with my expensive skates. Joyce pointed out that it could be used as a weapon and that was the only reason they allowed me to carry it along. I had to remove the guards protecting the blades, tying the laces together so that I could put it on my back, just in case I had to use it.
The plan was pretty simple actually. All we had to do was find a doctor’s office, lock the door and charged our phones for half an hour. We could also at the same time, find other survivors. What seems simple is indeed never simple as we soon learned.
The first corridor was relatively empty but with materials and tools lying all over the place. There were many empty beds and some had blood on them. Some walls had blood on them, as if an injured person had struggled to get away using the wall as support. The lights flickered on and off. I was starting to feel that it was a bad idea and was about to suggest finding a route out instead, when we turned the corner and saw a row of offices with one office light on. There was actually a man inside with his back facing us. He was wearing a long white coat and had an amazingly, evident V-shape figure, with strong arms and narrow hips. He kept talking on his phone rapidly and staring out the window. He ran his hand through his dark wavy hair in frustration. As we approached, he was startled and spun around holding a knife.
“Whoa”, I lifted my hands up in surrender while studying this stranger. The white coat that he was wearing was part of a standard doctor’s uniform and his nametag that was pinned on his very excellent, broad chest, read “Blake”. He had sharp face features, and was probably around the same age as me. He narrowed his eyes at me, looking for any signs that I had been infected or bitten, then took a quick glance at the group behind me. Satisfied that we were not zombies or infected patients, he walked casually to his desk, sat down and swung his legs up onto the table. “How may I help you?” he asked in a pleasant voice.
Stunned, I had no idea what to say or do next. Joyce popped out from behind me, and I jumped. She laughed, walking over to Blake. “Well, we were wondering if you would be willing to let us use your power plugs for a while to charge our mobile phones.” He shrugged as if it did not matter to him whether we did or not and Joyce took it as an assent. He turned his attention back to me and just stared with a slight frown, making me feel slightly uneasy. Didn't he know that it was rude to stare? Unable to meet his gaze, I looked at Joyce as she took my dead phone from my hand and plugged everyone’s phones into the wall sockets. Just then we all heard a growling sound coming from the corridor. Blake was so fast, it appeared as if he was moving in a blur to shut the door behind us and locked it.
“Duck” he hissed, and everyone immediately fell on the ground so that the zombie would not see us through the glass. Lying on the floor, I could see feet walk past. It was not just one pair though, there were at least five pairs! They seemed to stop at the door but did not knock or made an attempt to open it. They just howled and after a few agonizing moments, finally moved off. We all sat up but did not get up to a standing position, careful to avoid making any noise and catching the attention of the hoard. “Let’s get out of here”,Blake whispered.
He stood up and in a graceful movement grabbed a bag off his desk before sitting down. “Well, there are two zombies guarding our route out so we need to think of something. Don’t worry, they did not spot me”. We reached out our hands to grab our phones from the table. 30 percent, well better than nothing. There was also multiple missed phone calls on my phone from both my parents and my older brother. I blew out a breath, at least they were still alive. I turned it off as we needed silence to get out of there and to save the limited battery. We creaked open the door as quietly as we could and it did not draw any attention. Blake was first to lead the way, followed by Joyce, Grace and me, with Sam last. We crawled on our knees, trying not to touch the tools, papers and cloths scattered all over the floor. Nearing the exit, while we were concealed by some tables, Sam’s phone started ringing. I did the only thing I could think of at the moment. I grabbed it from his fumbling hands and threw it across the floor heartlessly as the zombies started to become alert and chased after it. We got up, and ran out through the emergency exit.
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Surviving in Chaos
Romance"I liked small children too but this one was a little odd. Her eyes were bloodshot and the colour of her eyes were dulled as if the life had gone out of them. That wasn’t the worse part of it, as she ran, it was obvious she was unstable on her legs...
