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Dead on Departure

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Daniel cursed the lights under his breath. He didn't know why most of them were dark, but it didn't help his situation at all. All he knew was that something was going wrong with the power, because otherwise he could have taken the elevator out of this pilgrimage through the seven layers of Hell.
As he cautiously stepped through the hospital corridors, he tried to move quickly and make as little noise as possible. He couldn't risk being heard, and he knew, against all odds, he was the only survivor. His chances of making it out of this alive seemed doubtful at best. The nurse tightened his grip on the 9mm pistol he had picked up from a police officer. A dead one.
Daniel tried clearing the macabre thoughts of the dead from his head, with little success. Looking up near the ceiling at the far end of the dimly lit corridor, he saw a lit-up sign that indicated that the stairs were near. He nodded and picked up his pace. He was one step closer to getting out of this horrible place.
He heard a faint rasping breath nearby. The sound sent a chill down his spine. The nurse felt his pulse quicken, and he tried to put the sound out of his mind before it put him out of his mind.
When he crossed the long hall to the stairway, he looked around the small corridor. Although the light flickered on and off, he could see streaks of blood had spattered the walls and tattered fabric was strewn across the floor. As much as he didn't want to, he knew this was the only way to get out of this terrible nightmare. He tentatively took his first step, then the next, and quietly made his way down the U-shaped corridor.
He made it down to the second story, but couldn't continue. Wreckage from the door behind him was piled on top of a shoddily constructed but large barricade and blocked his path. Swearing again, he knew this meant he had to find another staircase. He pushed open the door as silently as he could, and was greeted with complete darkness. It was so dark, it was as if some presence was actively sucking the light out of the room. He was greeted with an unnatural chill as he reluctantly stepped into the convalescent ward.
He flicked on the flashlight, knowing that this would likely be his death sentence. However, nothing greeted him. Utter silence. Nothing in his field of view other than the walls slicked with blood and a few corpses lying on the ground, bodies mangled and torn, stricken with a deathly pallor. Daniel shivered in disgust. He had to get out of here.
The nurse made sure to keep the beam of his dying flashlight close to him. Any higher and he might as well have worn a cowbell around his neck. He stopped as he a low, throaty groan behind him. He jerked the flashlight around in a one-eighty. Nothing. But now he heard a rasping cough, as if produced by an asthmatic, directly behind him again… he spun around and raised the beam. Again, nothing in sight. At this point he began to doubt his sanity. What was happening to him? The single bullet in his pistol began to look very friendly. But he knew he couldn't do that. He still had a chance. Daniel found inspiration in perhaps finding his family. He speed walked across the ward and to another staircase. This was it. This staircase would lead him straight to the lobby, and this room had light in it! Fantastic. He climbed down the stairs to the bottom floor. Almost there.
When he opened the door, he was once again greeted by darkness, much to his dismay. But he took hope in the fact that he didn't have much farther to go. In fact, he could even see the large glass doors of the hospital entrance. He said a silent prayer of thanks as he carelessly ran across the large foyer.
It wasn't until he tripped over a soft mass that he realized the fatality of his mistake. He thumped loudly across the ground, and his flashlight and pistol clattered across the floor, out of his reach. Daniel listened in hollow fear as he heard the batteries skid across the ground, out of the flashlight, leaving him alone in the dark.
But he was far from alone.
He got to his feet as quickly as he could and scrambled his hands across the ground, searching for his light. After a few seconds of nothing, his hands brushed against the device, sans batteries and battery cover. His pulse throbbing, Daniel searched further, moment after excruciating moment being wasted on his stupid blunder.
A cold vice grip seized his shoulder. Then another, and another.
It was my last, was Daniel's final thought before the first agonizing bite tore through his flesh.
This was a story I told in my Speech class. The assignment was to find a story and tell it, but since the teacher likes me a lot and knows I'm a writer, he let me write my own.

I spent so much effort into making the telling of this story superb. I found creepy music (Oblivion soundtrack ftw) I had my friend Justin mess with the lights in the classroom, I used a flashlight, and I had a couple of my friends placed in the class who grabbed the teacher and other students at the end of the story. I only missed one point :D

I'm not dead, I promise. Zombie stories for the win.
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Dachindae's avatar
As if I needed another reason to be scared of hospitals >>;
I was reading Star Wars: Death Troopers while you read this on the radio and I had to stop reading because my house makes noises and I was getting freaked XD

I get scared easily.