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Casualty

He’d been hiding now for two days.The whole fiasco had started when a dust storm had blown through the city last Thursday. Then, the madness started. The onset was gradual, like a case of the flu coming on, but the epidemic spread like wildfire through rain starved grassland. As if all the soft tissue in their bodies could no longer be contained by their skin. The bleeding started at the obvious openings. After about three hours the very skin started to break down and the gore escaped that way. Death was inevitable.

The only problem with that was that it didn’t last. When the dead woke up, they were hungry, and not like burger and fries will fix this, hungry. He’d seen that first hand when the undead had pulled a cop out of his car, and had a piggy buffet in the middle of the street.

For some reason, he hadn’t been affected by the spore. A small time con, with a little murder thrown in here and there for the right amount of money, and you would have thought he’d be one of the first to bite it. A coward at heart he huddled in the dirty hotel room with Friday’s newspaper his only connection to the outside world. He picked up the phone again, it was still dead.

A scream sounded from somewhere in the hotel. He pulled his knees up to his chest and molded himself to the desk. Someone was running up the hallway outside. The undead didn’t run. Brute strength they had in spades but not coordination.

He untangled his legs and crawled to the door. He pulled the chain off its hook and pulled the door open a few inches. A woman was in the hallway.

He eyed the other end of the corridor and saw what she was running from. Three of them came shambling on, leaving pieces of themselves in their wake. He silently pulled his head back through the crack in the door and put the chain back on. He returned to his spot under the desk.

A few seconds later the screaming started again, only this time accompanied by wet tearing sounds. Sweat poured out of him as he shook uncontrollably.

It’s not my fault. It’s not my fault. I couldn’t have done anything for that broad. We’re all on our own now. A moan of horror escaped his quivering lips. Sanity fled and animal instinct took over.He ran to the door pulling so hard the chain broke off its latch. He started to run away from what was left of the woman and the undead still feeding on her, and collided with one of the beasts. Steel bands wrapped around his torso and he had breath left for one shriek as the zombie crushed all of his internal organs in one massive bear hug. He was just another casualty of the bio war that the powers that be had unleashed on the planet.

Casualty

whiterussian

Phoenix, United States

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This is my entry for the vice/versa
Inspired by Brendan Ninness’ Savage Membrane

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