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Authors: Zach Bohannon
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
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combination of death and dog shit, and Lawrence wondered if he would ever be able to wash the stench off of himself. He could hardly focus his attention on his surroundings as his temples pounded. The dogs barking in the kennels on the other side of the wall didn’t help either. All he wanted was to see if any survivors were here, get what he needed, and get out of this place.
He walked all the way through a short hall with doors on either side to a large operating room. He slowly lowered the gun once he was certain the room was clear. No one was around.
The idea that they were going to find any survivors was becoming futile. Since there wasn’t anyone around, Lawrence shifted his focus on trying to find supplies they could use at the hospital. There were a few specific items they needed, and he decided to fill the remaining space in his backpack with anything else they could use at the hospital. The main item on his mental checklist was anesthetics. The wing of the hospital they were trapped in did not have a heavy supply, and he wanted to make sure that he had some in case he’d have to try to perform any emergency procedures that would require a sedative. There was a room connected to the operation room, and he walked through the door hoping to find the vet clinic’s supply of drugs.
“Bingo!” he said.
Lawrence pulled off his backpack and started grabbing anything that appeared useful, including the local anesthetic Lidocaine.
Once he’d filled his bag, he turned to head out of the room.
He went back through to the operating room and immediately dropped his bag as a creature reached out to him. It had already gripped his shoulders before he could reach for the gun on his hip.
Lawrence gasped as the thing spit into his face, chomping its teeth. It pushed him back against the wall, and Lawrence’s grip on the gun almost slipped.
“Help!” he yelled out. “David!” His scream was blocked out by the snarling monster and the dogs barking in the distance.
The creature had once been an overweight man, heavier than Lawrence by at least fifty pounds, and its strength was evident. Lawrence couldn’t unpin himself from the wall.
It was just inches from Lawrence’s face now, clicking its jaw repeatedly right over his nose.
In a last-ditch effort, Lawrence mustered every bit of strength he had left in him and shoved the creature. It worked, but the thing still kept a hold of him and they both went stumbling over a table in the middle of the floor.
Lawrence landed on his back and arched, feeling the pain shoot down his spine. He looked over to see the beast trying to roll over toward him, and Lawrence reached for his gun. It wasn’t there.
He sat up and saw that it had fallen out and was on the ground about ten feet away.
As he started to get up and go for the pistol, the thing grabbed his arm, holding him back. Lawrence screamed as its nails dug into his forearm. He fell down, and the creature was trying to pull him toward it. Lawrence tried to beat it off of him, but the beast wouldn’t let go. The thing caught one of the punches, but Lawrence was able to pull his hand away just as the thing was about to bite into him.
He looked away from the creature, trying to find something, anything, that could help him.
Just within his reach was a scalpel that must have fallen off of the table when they toppled over it. As he went to reach for it, the thing made a lunge at him, and Lawrence had to turn quickly and push it away. He ended up rolling on top of the creature, pushing down on its arms as it tried to bite his exposed wrists.
Lawrence looked over at the small scalpel, biting his lip. He decided to make a jump at it.
He let go of the beast and dove toward the scalpel.
He accidentally grabbed it by the blade and cut his hand, then dropped the scalpel back onto the floor. The mistake gave the creature time to grab him again, but as the thing tried to pull him toward itself, Lawrence was able to get
He walked all the way through a short hall with doors on either side to a large operating room. He slowly lowered the gun once he was certain the room was clear. No one was around.
The idea that they were going to find any survivors was becoming futile. Since there wasn’t anyone around, Lawrence shifted his focus on trying to find supplies they could use at the hospital. There were a few specific items they needed, and he decided to fill the remaining space in his backpack with anything else they could use at the hospital. The main item on his mental checklist was anesthetics. The wing of the hospital they were trapped in did not have a heavy supply, and he wanted to make sure that he had some in case he’d have to try to perform any emergency procedures that would require a sedative. There was a room connected to the operation room, and he walked through the door hoping to find the vet clinic’s supply of drugs.
“Bingo!” he said.
Lawrence pulled off his backpack and started grabbing anything that appeared useful, including the local anesthetic Lidocaine.
Once he’d filled his bag, he turned to head out of the room.
He went back through to the operating room and immediately dropped his bag as a creature reached out to him. It had already gripped his shoulders before he could reach for the gun on his hip.
Lawrence gasped as the thing spit into his face, chomping its teeth. It pushed him back against the wall, and Lawrence’s grip on the gun almost slipped.
“Help!” he yelled out. “David!” His scream was blocked out by the snarling monster and the dogs barking in the distance.
The creature had once been an overweight man, heavier than Lawrence by at least fifty pounds, and its strength was evident. Lawrence couldn’t unpin himself from the wall.
It was just inches from Lawrence’s face now, clicking its jaw repeatedly right over his nose.
In a last-ditch effort, Lawrence mustered every bit of strength he had left in him and shoved the creature. It worked, but the thing still kept a hold of him and they both went stumbling over a table in the middle of the floor.
Lawrence landed on his back and arched, feeling the pain shoot down his spine. He looked over to see the beast trying to roll over toward him, and Lawrence reached for his gun. It wasn’t there.
He sat up and saw that it had fallen out and was on the ground about ten feet away.
As he started to get up and go for the pistol, the thing grabbed his arm, holding him back. Lawrence screamed as its nails dug into his forearm. He fell down, and the creature was trying to pull him toward it. Lawrence tried to beat it off of him, but the beast wouldn’t let go. The thing caught one of the punches, but Lawrence was able to pull his hand away just as the thing was about to bite into him.
He looked away from the creature, trying to find something, anything, that could help him.
Just within his reach was a scalpel that must have fallen off of the table when they toppled over it. As he went to reach for it, the thing made a lunge at him, and Lawrence had to turn quickly and push it away. He ended up rolling on top of the creature, pushing down on its arms as it tried to bite his exposed wrists.
Lawrence looked over at the small scalpel, biting his lip. He decided to make a jump at it.
He let go of the beast and dove toward the scalpel.
He accidentally grabbed it by the blade and cut his hand, then dropped the scalpel back onto the floor. The mistake gave the creature time to grab him again, but as the thing tried to pull him toward itself, Lawrence was able to get
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