The Last Colony

Part 44

Sean shivered violently, slamming his hands to the tile wall. The hazmat people brought over brushes to scrub him down, causing Sean to scream a little in pain. The brushes felt like they had metal bristles and over his wounds they hurt. Bowing his head, he watched dirt and blood circle the soapy drain beneath him. He was filthy. As a man in a hazmat suit started to wash one of his arms, his scrubbing started to slow down to a stop. Lifting his head a little, Sean watched the man start wiping the thick white soap off his arm. With the dirt coming off, his pale skin and black veins were starting to show more than ever. Finally locking eyes with the hazmat man, Sean felt a chill run down his spine. He could tell by the look on the man's face that he was utterly terrified of him. The hazmat men behind him, turned on the hoses to spray jets of ice cold water over them. Sean flinched from the jet hitting him between the shoulder blades, but his body had already adjusted to the bitter cold. His only concern now was the hazmat man who was backing away from him.

The man began to take quicker breaths, before screaming out to everyone. "SECURITY BREECH!" Alarms went off throughout the showers and heavy iron doors dropped to block the exits. Zero whirled around, yelling out. "NO! DON'T!" Two hazmat men grabbed Zero to restrain him in a far corner, while the others removed weapons from their belt to surround Sean. Zero thrashed and screamed for them to stop, but they weren't listening. Sean was slammed into the tile wall as the other hazmat man with a hose sprayed him on high with the other washer to pin him in one spot. The others with weapons opened fire and Sean acted. Dashing straight for a washer, he dodged the darts with lightning speed and leapt into the man. Knocking him to the ground, Sean yanked the hose from the man's hand and used it to spray the men around him. The men screamed as they were knocked off their feet by the powerful jet of water, or from they way they slipped on the wet tile floor. Satisfied that most of them were knocked down, Sean rose to his feet slowly. The man beneath him had his hands raised in surrender and they were shaking. Was he that scary of him?  Did he see him as a zombie?

Sean heard a gun click to his right and something in him snapped. The feeling was so strong and primal that he lost all rational control. Ducking as the gun went off, he felt the wind of the dart over his shoulder, before he charged straight toward the man. Slamming him into the wall so hard that it broke the tile, Sean instinctively pinned the man to the wall by his forearms and went for his throat. Biting the man's throat, he increased the pressure of his bite until his teeth pieced the rubber suit and he tasted blood. Tasting the smooth coppery blood, Sean's body went into a frenzy and he tore the man's throat out in the process of trying to tear the neck of the suit open. People all around him screamed. He felt darts peeper his back, causing him to whirl around and let out an aggressive animalistic yell. Running toward the man that shot him, he leapt down onto his side to slid across the wet tile and right between the front man's legs. Grabbing the man's ankles to pull on as he drifted through, the man fell forward and Sean sprang up over him. Pinning the man down like an animal, he sank his teeth into the man's shoulder.

Upon hearing more guns click, Sean rolled off the man as more darts impaled themselves into that man's back. Locking his sights on the closest man, Sean ran toward him to tackle him to the ground. Tackling the man to the ground, Sean swung his legs out to kick the two other men back. Rolling over onto his knees, Sean leaned over the man to punch his fist through the plastic face shield of the suit and straight into the man's face. Removing his dripping bloody hand, Sean menacingly stood up to look at the other hazmat men. Lifting his hand absently, Sean licked the backs of his blood-stained fingers. With one taste, he could tell that the man hadn't been infected. He could even tell the basics about the man. He could tell his gender, his diet, his blood type, his ancestry, and any medical issues he had. All from one taste of his blood. Tasting the man's blood sent adrenaline rushing through his veins. He felt stronger with every taste... and wanted more. The nearest hazmat man tried to shoot him, only to realize the gun was empty. Walking casually toward the man, Sean suddenly began to slow to a stop. He suddenly felt really lightheaded. The world seemed to be tilting too far to one side.