Don't Be Scared

S.1 E.13 ~ Doctor of the Dead (Ch. 96)

All he really had to do was pick me; pick his own flesh and blood over someone who didn't even know his name before the apocalypse. Too hard for some people; easy for the ones who truly do care for their loved ones.

The elevator was metal with holes, so no one with high heels would be safe on this kind of machine. We descended down until we jerked to a stop, making me lose my balanced before quickly regaining it.

Maintenance needs to come check out that problem. Warren slid the door open, allowing us to get a better view on the polar opposite of what we expected. There was no security waiting for us at the bottom of this pit.

There wasn't any scientists running around, working vigorously for clues on how to end this messy situation. Instead, there were bodies of the scientists laying on the floor with bullets to their brains.

I didn't see any bodies with security labels laying around with head shots, so where did they disappear to? I stepped out, noticing we were inside a good sized cubicle. The exit was to our left, being guarded by a machine that needed a keycard.

I didn't move to thoroughly exam the bodies. The bullet hole in their heads told me enough. At least they didn't suffer as a Z. Death was littered around in the small cubicle, promising a bad path we were on.

We always pick the path with dead corpses. Warren aimed her machete forward as she got beside me, the rest of us taking slow steady steps to allow our eyes to examine what we were heading for.

"Sure doesn't look operational." Murphy noticed all of the bodies laying on their stomach with nothing but a single bullet hole.

"All those zombies up there must've wanted something down here." I sighed to myself, not wanting to give up hope just yet.

Maybe the scientists are all holed up in the back somewhere, reassuring themselves that citizens from the apocalypse are on their way to save them. Citizen Z failed to mention how many dead bodies we'd be seeing.

I hope there are enough workers to create a vaccine. My arms dropped to my sides while my fists stayed tight in case of an ambush awaiting us once those sliding doors opened up. Which I doubt that would happen.

What are scientists going to do? Spray me with a chemical containing the Z-virus? Well, that would be less painful than a bite to my arm. I stood a foot away from the glass walls, trying to find any hint there was at least one life in here to save.

Wide desks were scattered with paper and some had dots of blood splashed onto the metallic tops. Chairs were away from their assigned desks, flipped over, or not there anymore. Maybe some of the workers tried to fight whatever, or whoever, did this.

Something bad happened here, though. I can feel the bad vibes rising up to my shoulders as I looked further into the spacious office center. Hell, we could even see something wrong happened here.

"Like what?" Cassandra asked dryly.

"Something they always want from us." I answered, turning back around to face her once I knew nothing was going to jump at the--more than likely--bulletproof glass.

Only way out and in is through that sliding door. The glass has to be strong enough to withstand bullets so no enemies could enter, but it has to be easy to cleanse so no chemical or wrong substance can escape this place.

"Brains." 10K elaborated in case Cassandra or anyone else couldn't guess what I meant.

If Zs wanted to get in here so bad, why wait outside? Why not touch the driveway even before we approached them? A warm but ugly feeling began to burn in the center of my chest as I studied the pair in front of me.