The Hospital Apocalypse: My Patients Became Monsters

the high glass windows of

blurring the streetlights outside. I

ls. Cries of pain and aggressive shouts echoed off the tile floo

the back of her gloved hand. She had been runn

rough the doors since late afternoon, and every single

against a young man's cold wrist. His skin felt like

Rachel thought, her stomach

his eyes. His pupils were blown wide open, comp

atures. Emergency drugs hadn't stabilized their dropping

oice yelled o

e Derek standing near a curt

with sweat as he pointed with a shaking h

His skin had turned a sickening shad

toward the bed, a high-pitched, con

onitor went completely fl

rek shouted, his voic

, placed her hands on the middle of the old man's chest, an

called out urgently. "De

ght, putting all her weight into eac

ing up at the screen. The monitor stayed complete

. The red line never twitched. The old man's ches

eck for any sign of a pulse, her

e flatline a

s eyes snapp

upils were so huge his eyes looked like solid, pitch

smile. It stretched far past a normal human e

Rachel thought, cold panic

terrifying speed. His thin, bony arm shot up, gra

d scream as he jerked her v

her!" Derek yell

bly wide and buried his teeth deep

the small bay, followed immedi

ss the white sheet and splashe

sts uselessly against the old man's shoul

f!" the nurse sobbed, her vo

heavy metal tray from a cart and slammed it

n flinch. He ripped his head backward, tearing a hor

lutching her bleeding neck as dark li

artment. Patients scrambled out of their be

toward the main exit,

shed through the hallw

ow!" the lead guard shoute

he mattress and stood up. His joints made lou

an grabbed the guard by his bulletproof vest with a s

a glass divider wall, shattering i

gainst her racing heart. 'He shouldn't have t

erhead lights fl

ered out, plunging the hospital in

s thundered through

CLACK

t once. Heavy metal panels slid down over e

doors, but the thick glass sliding pan

d tightly over the frame wi

" a man screamed, pounding

mbling hands. The signal bars at the top of the screen fli

eone else cried out from th

sion hanging in the hall flickered. Then, all th

text appeared across every

INFECTION

QUARANTINE

SON MAY

old letters, her hands

he thought, cold dread flooding throu

g noise echoe

rned arou

, the elderly patient was s

le from the guard's blow, but his pitch-black e

fying smile had

oulder hit the cold frame of

swallow down her fear, but a move

ard the glass doors lea

outside of the glass, a tall, dark sil

completely still in the dark, staring direc