Dead Blood

Secret

Broken bones... makes you feel paralyzed. You want to move, but you can't. The pain is too much to bear. It makes you wish you were dead. No... death wouldn't make that disappear. More than likely, that pain would transfer over to the next life.
All that could be heard was Greg, groaning and yelling in agony. Not even the painkillers in the hospital building weren't doing anything for him.
"He needs a doctor, now!" Natalie whispered loudly, almost like a soft scream.
"Tell me something I don't fucking know, Natalie!" Guillermo screamed as silently as he could. "But there isn't a doctor in sight, or one that's alive."
Natalie sighed. "Well, we're in a hospital building... maybe we should split up, search for some more first aid supplies."
Heather nodded and stepped toward the door. "I'm gonna go search the east wing. Natalie and Star, you take the west. Guillermo, the north."
Brandon sighed and took a seat. "I guess I'll stay here."
Guillermo growled. "Why do I have to go alone?"
"Because you're the best trained out of all of us, at this point. Greg is incapacitated, and we need to heal his injuries," Natalie answered.
He growled as he held his gun out. "Then why don't you heal it? Since you seem to know that he's hurt."
Star, who was just listening at this point, finally chimed in. "Are you fucking stupid?" She pointed at the groaning and broken mess that was Greg. "Greg is laying in a hospital bed, suffering through a concussion and broken bones, and you're bitching about having to go off on your own?!"
Guillermo opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he couldn't. All he could do was shut up and pout. "Fine. I'll see you later," he said in the most deep and depressing voice. He sighed as he left.
Everyone else made their ways through the hospital, being cautious about the noise they were making, which was almost none. Occasionally, there would be a footstep that echoed, but other than that, nothing.
Natalie and Star went through the doors to the west wing, searching every room as they went along. So far, they've found nothing.
"This is such bullshit," Natalie whispered angrily. "We're in a fucking hospital, you'd think they have things that would be able to treat broken bones other than gauze."
Star couldn't help but slightly giggle. "Well, at least Greg's got good company," she smiled sadly. "Was I too harsh with Guillermo?"
Natalie shook her head. "No, he was acting like a bitch. He's a fucking government agent, the least he should be worried is traveling alone," she said with a hint of ire. Wait, hint of ire? No, that's not correct. It was more like a splash of ire, if that splash came from a meteor.
Star snickered loudly, all while trying not to make noise. "Well, no holds barred, eh Nat?"
Natalie snickered. "Well, it's true," she said as she kept walking. "We better get a move on. Greg's waiting for us."
Heather had been searching the east wing, with no better luck. From what it seemed, a lot of the supplies were already stolen. Probably from some cannibals on a raid or something. "Damn, damn, damn," she whispered. The agitation from not finding any medical supplies was getting to her. Right now, she had to bite her tongue (literally) because if she didn't, she was gonna scream at the top of her lungs. 'If I do that, then I'll just be ringing the dinner bell for the zombies,' she thought as she tip toed through the hall. "Fuck," she whispered as she kept making her way.
Guillermo, who did nothing but grumble about being on his own, had been searching through the north section. He kept finding a bunch of gauze, plus alcohol. "Well, at least I can drink," he said as he took a sip. He spat it back out once the taste got to him. "Oh, shit, this is rubbing alcohol. I'm an idiot," he said as he left the room.
Once he left the room, though, he had to start running. He caught the slight tune of a growl, well, multiple growls. But, he couldn't tell from where. The left? The right? It was everywhere. "Oh no," he whispered as he sprinted through the hall. The growling grew louder, but he wasn't paying attention. It filled his ears. He couldn't run from it. No matter what he did, it was there. "Leave me alone!!" He screamed as he kept sprinting.
His sprinting soon came to a stop as he ran into someone. "Oh shit..." he said as he fell to the ground, groaning. He took one look at the figure above him, and gasped. The source of the growl, it was right in front of him. It took the color away from his face.
The creature, which was a zombie, had taken one look at Guillermo, and snarled. He leapt onto Guillermo, and lunged down to take a chunk out of him.
Guillermo had intercepted the bite and pushed him back. However, he did so in a way that didn't play out well for him. He held his arm out, probably subconsciously, and pushed the flesh eater off of him. However, he did so with a small, but fatal sacrifice.
Guillermo started darting down the hall, closer to the room that Greg was in. He closed the doors and bolted them shut. He stepped away and sat on the floor, wincing in pain. "Oh no..." he said while shaking. He took one look at the bite mark, and started shedding tears. "What do I do?" He inquired to himself.
Greg, who had been resting on a hospital bed, finally opened his eyes. He sat up, wheezing in pain as he looked up. "Oh, they left you here?" He asked.
Brandon snickered. "Be lucky you got anybody to stay. Otherwise, you'd be screwed," he said as he looked out the window. "How you feeling?"
Greg sighed. "Well, my concussion is gone, but I do think I've suffered some broken bones. Probably my ribs, mostly." He sat up slowly. "Where did the others go?"
"They went to grab supplies to fix you up. But, if your legs aren't broken, then you can move," he said.
Greg nodded. "Yeah, but it'll help if I'm able to at least wrap my torso in gauze. At least it'll keep everything in place."
Natalie and Star stepped back into the room, staring at Greg. "Oh good, you're up," Natalie smiled as she handed him some gauze. "Here, this will help with the healing."
Star nodded. "We would've found some more, but it seems like every room has been stripped of everything."
Greg sighed. "Probably from some cannibalistic freaks," he said as he took the gauze. "Thanks." He threw his shirt off and started wrapping it around him.
Star, who just caught sight of Greg without a shirt, fell silent while staring. She hadn't noticed what Greg looked like after he went through his training. 'Wow, he got ripped,' she thought as she blushed.
Greg caught sight of this and smirked. "See something you like, Kruger?" He asked.
Star snapped out of her trance and looked away. "Keep dreaming, Adler," she blushed heavily.
Heather came back into the room, and sat down. "I know you're shirtless, I don't care."
Greg snickered slightly. "Well, don't hold back, Heather. Let's hear how you really feel," he said as he finished wrapping himself up. "All right."
Guillermo entered the room silently, staring down at the floor as he stepped toward the window.
Greg peered over at him. "You okay, man?" He asked.
Guillermo nodded slowly. "Yeah, I'm fine," he answered in the lowest tone of voice.
Greg looked down at his arm, noticing the gauze wrapped around it. "What happened there?"
Guillermo held it. "I got sliced by a knife. No big deal," he smiled slightly. "I couldn't find anything else to cover up with."
Greg stared in confusion. Nobody would use gauze to cover up a knife wound, not unless the knife was stabbed into them and then they removed it. That didn't make any sense, but, at the moment, he couldn't really analyze it thoroughly. They needed to find the doctor, and in turn, possibly find a cure for the virus. "Okay, well, if we're done talking, we need to move," he said as he stepped toward the door.
"Already? You just got up," Star said as she held her pistol.
"So? We got a cure to find," Greg said. "Besides, once we find this cure, I can finally take a vacation from my job."
They all laughed as they left the building.
Guillermo didn't really laugh. He just focused on his bite wound. 'What the hell do I do?' He kept asking himself this in his head.