No One Believed: A Zombie Thriller

Anne:

They left me behind. That's all I've been thinking for the past thirty minutes. It's funny how they left me. How they called me useless. They don't know the code to the only door not affected by the code red. And of course Luka was the one to suggest leaving me. He never liked me from the start. Maybe I should just walk into the arms of a sick. Let them end it all. Maybe it's time for me to d-

My thoughts were cut off by multiple toe curling screams. Screams of pain. "Get off me! Someone help! Please, I don't want to die." I guess the hell has started. Someone begins banging on the door. Shit! Now, the guilt is going to eat me, until I do something to help. I slowly rise up, placing all my weight on the wall. Limping my way to the door. Deep breaths Morgana. Deep breaths. I open the door wide enough just for one person to slide through. A girl runs past me, as I shut the door. The banging increases.

I'm smothered by kisses. "Merci. Merci. You are truly wonderful. You saved my life." I push her off of me confused. "What happened to you?" I ask, finally taking in her appearance. Her hair is wild, arms bruised, and she's covered in blood. "I was in a room with someone who was bit. We treated her injury and didn't think nothing of it, until she stopped breathing. Her eyes were bleeding. We didn't know what to do. Then she got back up and started attacking everyone. She sunk her teeth into a little boy and started eating him. It was monstrous." She begins to sob, falling to the ground. I limp towards her, wrapping my arms around her figure.

"Hey, hey dont cry." I try to comfort her. I'm not really good at this. "You have me now. Well we can stick together through all of this. What's your name?" She leans her head against me, continuing to sob. "Anne. I'm Anne." She can't be more than thirteen. "Why were you here in the first place?" I ask. She goes from sobbing to a light sniffle. "My mom was a patient here. She was going to be released, but she got bit. Now she going to turn into one of them." That's awful. Anne starts to cry again. "Hey, stop crying, ok." She looks up at me. "I was told I'm very sensitive." It's going to be awhile.

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Grhgggg!

My stomach rumbles. We've been in here for too long. No food. No water. I'm starting to grow pale. My rampage earlier, is finally starting to take its toll. My body is so stiff, from supporting Anne, while she slept. "Hey, Anne. Wake up." I whisper, gently shaking her awake. Her eyes flutter open. "Yes." She groans. "We have to leave. We can't stay in here." I talk to her as if she could break at any moment. "What why? Those things are out there!" She yells. I quickly slam my hand around her mouth, pressing my ear to the door, listening for any movement in the halls. "Stay quiet. They can hear us. We have to go, because there is no food nor water here. We would die from dehydration and starvation." I remove my hand from her mouth. "Hold my hand and don't let go for anything." I warn.

She takes my hand in hers as we stand up. I realize that Anne has a bookbag on. I hurriedly place the pillow and sheet in there. Grabbing her hand again, I open the door, poking my head out. The sight before me makes me want to vomit. Blood is splattered on the walls. Pools of it on the floor. The worst of all. The body of a women, laying cold on the floor. Her insides on full display. "Mommy?" Anne croaks, walking towards what use to be her mother. "No Anne. She's gone." I pull her back to me, her face in my chest. "You will have time to cry, but right now we have to go or we'll end up like that." I know it's harsh to tell a little girl to abandon her mother's dead body, but we have to leave. I don't want to meet who did that. She nods pulling away from me. "Okay." She sniffles. We walk cautiously to the front of the ward. I pray there aren't any sicks there. As we reach the door, I freeze. Two sicks wandering around the other side. We're going to have to make a run for it. "Anne don't pay attention to the sicks. Just squeeze my hand tight and run." She nods.

Here we go. "On the count of three." I place my hand on the handle. "One..." We can do this. "Two..." I push on the door, ready to take off. "Three!" I push the door open, running fast enough for Anne to keep up. I can hear their moans and groans as they follow us. "Turn left!" I yell. We dash around the corner. I can see the door. Next to it is a broom.

"It's locked." Anne crys. I grab the broom ready to fight. "You have to put the code, but when I tell you, be quick about it. I don't know if I can actually fight them off. If they get me. Run and don't look back. Find somewhere safe." I can tell she's hesitant when she reaches the door. "9952-" I start, as the first sick appears. I push it back with the broom, well that was the plan, until it grabbed it. Maybe I can sling it to the side, but the sick has other ideas. It launches for me with the broom still in hand. Making it slam into my chest. Causing me to fall and it on top of me. It caught the broom in between its jaws, trying desperately to reach me. I keep it at arms length, but I can't hold it for long. "031." I tell Anne the rest of the code hoping, she's having better luck. There was a little buzz, then a cry of victory. "I got it." She spins around, just now focusing on the real problem at hand. She kicks it in the head, giving me leverage to push it off. Anne grabs my hand, pulling me through the door. And that's when we realized. It was better to stay in the center.