Control Your Chaos (Lea)

[Sam Walker]

[continued on from PROLOGUE]

A little light beamed through the gaps in the blinds in front of him. His eyes scanned the side table again, no longer focusing on the cards but the framed photo that sat amongst them. Sam leant forward and picked it up. He held the photo in front of himself, letting his eyes fixate on the image, his hand gently grazing the glass as a sad smile enveloped his mouth. His family, his son, his daughter, his wife and he.

Sam closed his eyes tightly, he'd missed them a whole lot. He wished they were here right now, to see him awake like this...but they weren't. He was grateful to be awake because of them. Sam stared at the picture for a few moments, before realising that he couldn't remember anything about his family. He recognised there faces but...he wasn't sure who they were. This hit him like a tonne of bricks, he dropped the photo on the floor, the glass smashing as it hit the ground.

Now that he thought about it...he couldn't remember much at all. What day was it? What month?..What year? How did he get here? How long had he been here?....What was his name? The shock set the man into a frenzy. He no longer cared that he couldn't move his toes, that didn't stop him leaping up off the bed only to find himself face down on the ground when his legs turned to jelly. He hit the ground with a heavy thud. Upon landing he didn't bother trying to move, instead he just lay there, letting a loud wail escape his lips. He couldn't remember any specific details about himself or his life. He recognised faces, slight meanings to the relationship he held with those he recognised but nothing more....

Samuel Walker lay on the cold ground of his ward room trying to get his head together. Finally, having sat up, he propped himself against his bed and tried to call for the nurse again...still nothing. If he did get out of this room, he had half a mind to put in a complaint about the staff here...where the heck were they when he needed them?

It came to pass that he'd have to make do with himself and live by his own efforts if he had any chance of getting out of this room. So, with all his might he began to fight his way to his feet. Gripping the bed, the man pulled himself upward, keeping a firm grasp on the foot of the bed until he was on his feet. His weight was mostly held on his upper body as it leant against the bed, but once he was on his feet there'd be no sopping him. His legs ached, with no surprise because they hadn't been used for several weeks now. His legs had gone on a vacation over that time and now were being forced to work once more, it was difficult.

He knew that if he didn't try, if he did in fact admit defeat right now he'd probably be left here to rot. The staff here apparently didn't care about there patients, to just leave him here like this was extremely unprofessional. He felt bad for the first worker he bumped into, he was going to give them a serious ear bashing. He used the bed to hold himself up, he waited for several moments before taking a step forward. His left hand remained wrapped around the foot of the bed, just to sturdy himself. Sam had to take slow, but heavy steps to feel the ground at his feet.

Once the first step came to him, he was able to take a second and a third until eventually he'd let go of the bed and was able to walk across the room by himself. He half collapsed against the wall as he made it, the man lent his back against the plaster and took a deep breath. Turning to the door, he gently pulled the handle down. Opening the door, he found another bed blocking his door, just laying there in front of his room. Sam winced a little, as he used his energy to push the bed out of the way. Resting against it some, before turning his eyes down the corridor.

There was certainly something wrong now. The man stood, his face an image of sheer confusion as he gazed down into an empty corridor. Sam looked around himself, there were no doctors, no patients, no visitors...nobody. At first he felt that maybe it was just this section, maybe he was in a certain ward where patients didn't just up and walk around. Sam began to walk down the corridor, letting his left hand rest against the wall for support as he did. He came to another set of doors and after glancing through the glass window, found that corridor to be in a similar state of his own. Quietly, the man pushed the door open and peeped his head inside. He entered the corridor, taking three steps before he was met with a large reception area...that was empty.

The place was a mess, there were holes in the plaster on the walls, case files and documents strewn everywhere, bits of furniture broken about the place, medical supplies and trollies tipped over. From what it seemed, this place had been abandoned. Sam suddenly found himself wondering if this was all a dream, that he was somehow dreaming all of this and hadn't yet woken up. But then, he'd never dreamt of wondering if he was dreaming before...so the chances of that were slim. Sam contorted his face, things were very confusing right now. He just wanted to find someone, to tell them he was awake and that he wanted to see his family. But, now it seemed there were bigger questions to ask right now..like where the hell were all the people?

He had learned by now that calling out didn't do him any favours, there was no one here...so now he had to wonder, why? What could possibly have made these people up and leave? and furthermore, why was he left behind like that? Had they left other patients?

At this moment in time he couldn't have cared less that he was walking around in nothing but a freaking hospital gown. He journeyed across the reception area and took a right heading down toward the next ward. He was in search for the exit now, if he couldn't find answers around here...maybe he could find them outside, but first, maybe he should have found himself some clothes. Taking the right he came to another set of double doors and as before glanced through the glass window.

Sam looked relatively relieved to see someone on the opposite side. It was a doctor by the looks of things, the man was dressed in a white lab jacket, brown slacks and shoes. He pushed the door open, almost desperately eager to meet the man "Hey!" Sam called, his voice scratchy. His throat still ached, it was dry and weak making it incredibly painful for him to speak right now. The doctor stopped, prompting Sam to slow down toward him. "..Wh...what happened here?" Sam asked, his eyes scanning the ward momentarily.

The doctor didn't reply. He just stood there, frozen stiff. Sam raised a brow in the man's direction, watching as the doctor slowly began to turn around. He watched the doctor as he pivoted slowly, almost shuffling to turn around and meet Sams gaze. The doctor, was not what Sam had expected, that was for sure. Sam took a step back, eyes wide in horror as he viewed the face before him. The doctor was in a bad way, the whole left side of his face appeared to be missing and the remainder of what was left of his face was of no better state.

Sam was without words, stumbling upon vowel sounds as he stared in disbelief. What the hell was going on? What the hell had he woken up too? Sam took a step backward, the doctor gluing his gaze on him as he did. He began to walk toward Sam, a slight shuffle in his step as he dragged his right foot behind him. Sam hadn't noticed until he started moving but it appeared that he'd also taken a few injuries to the lower half of his body, which had impaired his movement.

He continued to step back, backing his way through the previous double doors he'd come through. Once those doors opened, that was it. The doctor made the most horrific sound, almost a feral, animalistic cry and came dashing toward Sam prompting the man to spin and make a run for it, or at least move as quickly and as best as he could. Sam had no idea what the hell was going on here, all he knew was that he'd have probably been much happier staying in his room alone and completely oblivious.

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How exactly was she going to get to that abandoned carpark and be as lucky as she'd been earlier as she went through the drainage system, encountering the glazed eyed humans when she peeked through the manholes. She had an automatic shotgun in her hand while two pistols were tucked securely in her pants, hitting her buttocks in a most uncomfortable way when she bent her body. She was gonna kill anyone for gunholders, why'd she stashed her stuff in the humvee anyways? Course then, Leandra should have learned that asking herself personal questions would only bring flash memories of her son.

"Mommy, look what I found!" Mario exclaimed happily when he emerged from her room.

Leandra, who had been working all day, had been busying herself in the kitchen, preparing a meal for her and her son, Mario. A man had fancied coming with her home earlier in hopes of landing a jackpot that night. Lea could only roll her eyes at him and his six feet of glory. The muscles rippled against his tight v-neck as he flashed her flirting gestures and sexy advances. She might have been in the army and you'd have thought that she had defenses against such arrogance but the fact of the matter is, she'd never experienced men making her feel as if she were the most beautiful creature on the face of the planet. Could she be anymore vain?

He was probably the thirtieth man she was bringing home when she'd came back from the army. Thirtieth, meaning she was so used to rejection she didn't care if the man had warts on his face, but then again... she might have her own qualifications for a man; one who could accept she had a son. As she waved goodbye to her neighbor, an adorable old lady who sitted for her son, the man behind her couldn't quite contain the lust in him at the sight of her apartment door. Their motives for tonight couldn't be anymore different than they already were. Hulk must've thought Lea was an easy woman who took to bed any man she met. When he saw the sitter and heard the sounds of a child, his spirit faltered a bit and was already making plans in his mind to keep the "brother" from disturbing them. Lea could've looked like she was still a teenager despite the number of scars and gunshot wounds she hid under her clothes.

He voiced out his opinions and little innuendos as the boy came crashing into Leandra's arms, an amazing sight since the kid looked about ten or eleven and the woman had met his force with the littlest effort, never stumbling nor falling back. If she could do that, the hulk wondered, then what more if she were in bed. His lower head needed room, fast. Lea thought differently, and being blunt was one of her skills.

"Have you met my son," the man still had lust in his eyes, she could practically hold it with her hands. "This is Mario, my son," she stressed on the last word, making sure he heard her this time. She watched as his expression, full of smug confidence, started to crumble as realization started to creep into his veins. It took him a few good minutes, he was really into it, but when the final stages of reality hit him, his face was a complete mask of disbelief. He was gaping at her, looking from son to mother. It was an awkward minute of silence. Mario thought it was rude to stare and he glared back at the man, annoyed that his mom brought home a man every night or so. He knew what would happen next anyways, so instead, he took his mom's hand, waved the man goodbye and pulled his mother inside with him. The man just stood there staring into empty space. Leandra couldn't help but laugh once she closed the door.

Wimp.

"Mommy! Look!" Mario turned the safety off on the pistol he was holding, a silver colored desert eagle. He looked at his mother who was gazing at him lovingly, she was too proud of her son who knew how to hold a gun properly. Thinking he had the permission, Mario, pumped the gun and aimed for a bull's eye on the wall only he could see. He pulled the trigger and wasn't prepared for the drawback as he staggered backward, falling on his rump. He grinned enthusiastically at his mother, he'd never gotten to fire a loaded gun before. His mom, who'd been laughing over the earlier affair and was in such a happy state had only looked at her son patronizingly earlier, forgetting the fact that her son was holding a loaded gun. When he'd fired the pistol, she stared in horror, already leaping from her place in the kitchen to the dining room where her son was falling backwards, she was too late. A flurry of words and cusses in a foreign tongue escaped her mouth as she chastised the little boy who'd gone from proud to feeling sorry for what he did. Leandra knew better and had installed a vault, then thought better of it and decided she'd move all her stuff plus medic equipments to her hiding place. Her son was too smart for a vault. She'd kept the shotgun and a pair of desert eagles, in various places in their apartment.

Her son must've not found the weapons and ammunition since they were still in their places when she came home, present day; aka apocalypse. Or maybe he'd... or he'd... She couldn't let her emotions take over for now, she'd have enough time for that later. There was a lot of holes to muse about in the abrupt chaos the world was in. Leandra, despite wanting to look for her son, knew she needed to find out what was causing the change and the government would know. Police won't talk, people in the higher places could care less, but maybe people in the hospital would. She cared once for people's health, so she knew the undying oaths of doctors to help when they can, an oath she'd shoved out the door when she'd killed that innocent boy. Guess some of us just had too much hate you couldn't trust yourself enough.

Her only means of reaching her jeep without much attention was of course, through the sewers again. For now, they were probably the safest place since, if she assumed correctly, the glassy-eyed humans were after other humans, who lived on top of the sewers. She just hoped there was enough meat on the upper world to keep her safe enough until she reached her jeep. The mere thought made her feel guilty so she added that there was enough meat because they were safe and not getting eaten. But then she hoped she'd never get eaten and that there were enough meat above her head to keep her unscathed until she reached her jeep. Course, she felt guilty and if she didn't stop feeling guilty, she'd die. It was either she put up with her hopes and thoughts and deal with it, rather than placate herself with lies.

She almost did a jump of triumph when she reached the hole a few yards from the abandoned carpark where her humvee lay unused. She blocked the memories of her miserable youthful days the vehicle brought and hid within the shadows to reach her jeep, making sure she didn't cause any noise with her black boots. Safe. The carpark was devoid of life aside from the frantic beating of her heart. She took a deep breathe to calm herself before pulling the cover aside, her jeep coming in view like it had been used almost recently. Her heart went to the vehicle and she almost gave it a caressing touch, as though to apologize for hiding it from the world. Course she didn't and quickly unlocked the back, amused that all her equipments was covered in a thick layer of dust. She stopped herself from checking if it was still complete because the dust was enough evidence and she was sure she was going to check for the mere enjoyment of it. Somehow, deep inside her, she missed serving for the country, which she stubbornly would deny if someone asked her flat out. Her shame was enough to strangle her pride.

She walked on to the driver's side of the jeep and stilled herself for the dreaded nausea she knew she'd feel when she opened that door. There was none. Confused but thankful, Leandra took no time in landing her butt on the seat and gripped onto the wheels for support. She couldn't hide her excitement at driving what was once called the monster, as she named it herself. Course, no one was allowed to feel that safe... not yet... not ever. A hand came reaching for her arm, mouth wide open coming soon after. Leandra was stunned for a moment, mentally cussing herself for lowering her safety net enough that she hadn't sensed the approaching danger. Or maybe she'd just lost her touch. Her right hand came flying for the "glassy-eyed human" in between its sockets and it staggered backwards. Naw, she still had her touch, just too dormant. Knowing this, she shut the door and revved the engine to life, adrenaline pumping her veins. She almost leaped off of the seats, almost.

She was careful not to run over the human she'd punched and drove at a steady pace, avoiding the other creatures on the road as she drove by. They paid no attention to her though, completely satisfied with the warm flesh they were chewing on rather than the cold, metal-hard surface of a passing jeep. Leandra was oblivious of the site around her, not wanting to upset her stomach. In fact, she pumped more gas into her engine and was just well above the speed limit. As the weird looking humans started to notice the moving vehicle, some chasing after it, Leandra swerved and drove a rather complicated path in between the incoming bodies. Thirty minutes or so passed but she didn't notice. Lea was completely focused on driving, avoiding running someone over and keeping a steady fast speed. It was like grand theft auto or the fast and the furious, she thought at the back of her mind, grinning when the idea came across her.

She couldn't hide her disappointment though, when she reached the hospital sooner than she'd calculated. The place looked safe to her, windows were intact, lights radiating from the glasses, cars parked. Still, she felt the silence of the whole place give her goosebumps. It was quiet, too quiet. Eerily quiet. The place was usually buzzing with busy doctors and patients but tonight, the hospital was content with quiet and peace. Leandra parked the jeep near the entrance and moved to the back. She grabbed a gun holster while keeping the dust away from her face. Now her butt wouldn't feel like it was getting molested everytime she took a step.

Crossing herself silently, if she didn't find anyone to talk to, maybe records and files could answer some of her questions. A few more medical supplies would help too, that is, if no one stopped her from 'borrowing'. Taking another deep breathe, which she was sure she was going to be taking every now and then, she pushed open the double doors and went inside.

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[Sam Walker]

Samuel Walker had found himself in a situation alike no other. Some part of him still hoped to believe that it was likely that he was still in a slumber, dead to the world. But the more he thought about that, the less likely it became. No, Sam was awake...he was very much awake, alive and kicking. From the minute he'd stumbled out of his room he'd come to acknowledge that something wasn't quite right here. Life was not how it'd been when he'd left it. Though, who was he to question that?...he couldn't remember a damn thing.

The initial surprise of the devastation he was faced with, had disappeared now. Of course, that was easy because he wasn't entirely sure what he was faced with. An empty hospital could have meant anything, nothing good but maybe not as bad as one could consider. Still, it was pretty messed up that they'd all just up and vanished into thin air like that.

He just wanted one person, anyone to be here and explain this to him. Sam was in quite a predicament right now, he had awoken with no recollection of who he was nor how he'd gotten here and if it hadn't been for the charter at his bedside, he'd have not even known his own name. To think, he had to know this by reading a bit of writing on a medical file...he should have already known this, it was his name for crying out loud. Of course, it didn't take a genius to figure out what had landed him here, clearly a head injury which had eaten away at his memory by the looks of things. He hoped it was only temporary, like the loss of feeling in his legs.

When the feeling had come back, the man was able to stagger about the ward in search of life and when he was about ready to give up hope...he stumbled upon a doctor. Sam began to approach the man in the white jacket, but getting no response from him caused Sam to stop. He didn't like the feeling he'd gotten inside the pit of his stomach, a gut instinct that told him to stop and no longer pursue the man in his line of sight. Sam stopped, coming to a complete halt and waited for the doctors attention.

He was not prepared for what turned to face him. The doctors face was almost completely destroyed, beyond recognition. Sam took a step back, he felt the colour drain from his face as his brows grew heavier, weighing down his forehead. The man quietly continued to step back, never breaking his gaze from the doctor who staggered two steps closer. Sam backed his way through the door, prompting some kind of angered response before the doctor began to bound toward him.

It turned into a chase, Sam barely being able to run in the opposite direction because he was still getting used to his legs again. But, he had to get away. The man moved, bounding back down the corridor as quick as his poor legs could carry him. Sam glanced back, seeing the doctor running at full speed now, damn he was quick. Turning his head in front again, the man continued to run, only stopping to push the bed in the corridor into the doctors path which he ran straight into.

Sam had a small amount of leeway now. He burst through another pair of double doors and bounded down yet another corridor. This was where most of the damage had been taken, there was a lot more evidence of chaos here, even a few bodies laying about the place. The man didn't look back, didn't stop for nothing. He was in the main entrance lobby now, the exit wouldn't be far. Sam could hear the doctor getting closer now, having won against the obstacle strew in his path, he was on the go again and after Sam once more. Samuel took a sharp right breaking toward the wider corridor. There were too many damn corridors in hospitals.

He sprung out onto a ward reception area. It was then that he came crashing to the ground. He was so intent to get away that he'd not taken in his surroundings, nor the objects strewn across the ground. Sam slipped on something, feeling his feet be ripped from under him as he was tussled into the air and sent packing to the ground. The man hit the floor with an almighty thud, feeling a harsh blow to the back of his head as it hit the ground and sent the room spinning.

He lay on the ground, his head pounding all of a sudden, as his ears began to ring. He'd sustained a head injury prior to now and banging his head like that again, only beckoned more problems. Sam blinked a few times, before rolling onto his side to feel something warm and wet under his hand. The man winced, lifting his upper body so that he was half seated. His eyes dropped to the ground, he was laying in a pool of blood. His face contorted as he tried to understand, was that his blood? it couldn't be...he fleeted his gaze sideways and almost jumped out of his skin.

Two green eyes burned against him, staring right through him as the woman lay on the ground. She was dead, clearly dead...and practically ripped into pieces. Sam dry heaved, feeling his stomach turn at the sight and the smell. He barrelled backward until he couldn't move any more. His back pressed against the front desk, eyes shifting about the room as he was now forced to see things he'd wished he'd never seen. This place was like something out of a really badly written horror movie, where the story sucked so bad that they had to make up for it with excessive gore and violence.

He felt his hands tremble, his head pounded and his heart smashed against his chest. Whatever had happened here, he was glad he'd not been awake to see it all...he only hoped that he'd stayed that way. Sam slowly got to his feet, he searched the desktop for something he could use to defend himself, because he could still hear the doctor from the conjoining corridor. He found a pair of scissors, and though they weren't ideally the kind of weapon he'd have opted for...he'd have to make do.

Sam turned quickly, the doctor coming in loud and clear. He burst his way through the double doors, only stopping to pick Sam out in the room and then continued to bound toward him like a raging bull. Sam took a step back against the wall and waited. The doctor ran toward him and just as he got close enough, Sam closed his eyes tight and swung the scissors toward him. He connected with something, he wasn't sure what part of the Doctor he'd gotten but it was definitely some part of him.

He opened his eyes, left eye first to witness what he had just done. He held the scissors out right in front of him, handle gripped tight and the sharp end embedded in the forehead of the doctor. Sam shrieked, letting his grip go on the scissors and watched the doctors limp body hit the floor. His eyes never left him, half expecting him to get back up...but he didn't. Sam exhaled deeply, bending his legs as he began to slump down the wall, leaving a large blood trail behind him from where he'd slipped and fell into previously.

Sam just couldn't believe this, any of this...what the hell had happened here?

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Crossing herself and uttering a short silent prayer, Lea pushed the glass door open and kept a slow steady pace, keeping a sure footing on the squeeky floor. The janitors here did their job well and kept the whole establishment clean and white. Probably a little too white. Lea nodded at that than silently chastised herself for being a bit snob at how clean the hospital was. Back in the days, she had to work with dirt and filth as she stitched wounds and took out bullets from her squad and civilian. Alcohol almost nearly ran out of hand always and she had to make do with the liquor the men brought with them secretly. Here, sanitizers were in an abundance. Leandra sighed and scolded herself again, telling herself she had to be in focus and keep irrelevant thoughts erupting in her head. In this case, her self-pity for the shit she had to work with.

As the door slammed shut, only then did the heavy stench hit Lea. Along with the inevitable smell of germ free sanitation that all medical buildings held and that her nose was quite accustomed with, something else was mixed with it. It was unmistakeably the horrid smell of death that she was so accustomed to too. Lucky enough for her, she'd been slapped with a number of life or death situations that she was somehow immune to the smell. Some of which depended and were caused by her. But then, with her recent encounters concerning these... these 'manmade' murders. She was sure a thing or two would turn in her stomach, not that she'd eaten ever since leaving work earlier. Nor would she ever think of eating anytime soon with the gruesome images still clear in her head.

Nearing the reception area, she stopped dead in her tracks when she heard footsteps approaching near from a blind corridor. Had the cannibals -- Lea figured she had to come up with a name sooner or later. The announcement on the radio might have coined a term for these cannibals but she hadn't stayed long enough to hear about it. Her son had been her utmost priority back then. -- hear her enter? Or were their senses so keen on finding fresh human meat that the moment her presence filled the entrance, they'd already caught her scent and was now after her. She couldn't help but feel repulsed, again and again, with how these cannibals ate their meal. Tearing apart skin from flesh from bone and sounding like brute cavemen in all their ecstacy and fulfillment. Such detailed descriptions weren't helping one bit with Lea's sanity too. She had to find a way to keep her thoughts from trailing.

The footsteps, hurriedly coming towards her direction activated Lea's adrenaline and her mind went on frenzy. She had to either hide somewhere, fast, or run back to her humvee, failing this mission. Course this woman never ever gave up unless completely and totally necessary... which totalled to about zero surrenders. She made a run for the reception desk and momentarilly halted as the whole picture of the hospital hit her. Its current state couldn't be anymore abominable than any place could be. Though there wasn't much to compare with other than the man in the alleyway and the roadkills she'd driven pass by. From her position back when she'd entered, the corridor had obscured the complete view of the reception area. Now, at her current point near the desk, the cleanliness of the whole place she'd been nagging at seemed to be the compliment of the century.

Blood was splattered everywhere, on the walls, the chairs, the floor, the bodies... a number of bodies. This area must have been where the most number of massacres had been. Assuming that after the 'disease' broke out, as what the announcer on the radio had said, people must've been barging in on the place in groups of ten or more at a time, a sudden burst of activity compared to all the other 'normal' days of the medical body. Lea's eyes teared up as she saw young and old people lay lifeless on the floor, blocking the memory of a kid she'd once killed. A guilt she never got over. Her sight blurred for a moment as she studied the silent screams plastered on the corpses' faces. If it had been another time in another place, she'd have mourned over the people's death and gave them each a silent prayer.

As it was, the squeeky footsteps were nearing. If it'd been quiet as it had been when she entered, maybe she'd have done what she'd wanted to do for the lifeless bodies. The nearing footsteps however, pulled her back from her reverie and wiping the back of her hand across her face, she stood tiptoe on the table infront of her and reached for the ventilation directly above. It took some effort but thanks to military training that got fresher by the second, no sooner than later, her foot disappeared into the ceiling with the cover replacing it. Her small body fit perfectly into the tight air space. She tried to crawl a bit further back to have a little peak at who or what was approaching.

The faces of the dead below her stopped her from doing so and instead, she crawled forward to where light hit the metal roof above her. She had to shut off emotions if she were going back to that mass grave and she needed time. Maybe an escape through a window or another route to the backdoor would be more agreeable to her. It would. Despite making new plans of taking a detour round the bodies, a muffled voice from below her caught her curiosity. Hastening her pace towards the next air vent, being as quiet as possible, she peered below and saw a man holding a scissor, the ends of which were now taking refuge inside another man's brain. A doctor, to be exact. The man looked as though he'd throw up all the contents of his late evening snack and she couldn't quite blame him. The doctor resembled that of a rotting corpse only with more flesh and blood, as she saw the red liquid oozing in great amount from where the scissors punctured his forehead. A large chunk of one side of his face was missing and he stood awkwardly on one foot, sliding to the floor the moment the other man, paler than white, let go of the little office supply. Leandra would never look at a pair of scissors the same way ever again.

The man now, disgusted by what he'd done, plus the complete shock of what had just took place visible on his face, leaned against the wall and walked towards the reception area. Not wasting a second, and she was glad he didn't look like roadkill, she opened the vent and landed with a soft thump beside the scissor-foreheaded cannibal... or zombie. Yeah, the doctors profile fitted perfectly with how movie producers and directors had pictured these undead on the screen. It only struck her now and if she weren't so focused on keeping a good stomach and trying to ignore the pool of blood near her feet, she'd have smacked herself in her head for being so stupid. These were zombies, and these... were real and now. She gulped at that last realization.

"I wouldn't walk on further if I were you," she spoke with a normal american accent, yet colored in areas with a bit of her hispanic birthmark. "Turn around and don't try that feat you had just now with me." She commanded with authority, a voice she rarely used but got her men, despite not being their leader, alive and kicking about. Now if she could just do something about how they stared, or to be more exact, gawked, at her ass and boobs, life back then would've been preferrable. Her hands were behind her, gripping the eagles she'd took with her. If her knuckles hadn't been so white, she would have looked a courageous soldies. As it was, she was still reeling from the scenes earlier and just now. She had to keep her face though and made sure this man wouldn't be one of those cannibals, scratch that, zombies, she'd been seeing and hating. Come to think of it, she didn't know why she'd made her presence known by this man who'd seemed completely oblivious of everything. Maybe it was the way he stumbled in his walk, or the paleness and cracks on his lips, or maybe the fact that he was wearing a hospital gown and looked like sleeping beauty rising from bed. No matter what, she was going to be safe than necessary and kept the guns at hand.

A small little cry escaped a boy's lips from his uncomfortable position on the cold tiled floor. He could hear a woman's voice from somewhere around him and maybe she could help about the little bite at his hand... and other hand... or the arm, his legs... other leg. Maybe the one behind his knee... basically everywhere. He tried harder this time and uttered a soft cry of help. Fresh new tears flooded his eyes. He wanted his mommy to take the pain away. . .

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[Sam Walker]

Right now it seemed that anything that could go wrong, did go wrong. To start, Sam woke up alone, along and wondering how on earth he'd gotten here. He felt that was the worse thing to have happened to him, however...it also appeared now that he was without recollection of who he was..let alone the events that he'd been through. His mind was a blur, all he had to go by were images of his family sat on his bedside table. It was hard to know of these people but not actually...know them. They were merely strangers to him.

To make matters worse, once he'd gotten out of his room, the worse seemed to come to his knowledge. The hospital had been abandoned, he wasn't sure why but from what he could see something big had gone down here. He wondered if all had fled, and those left behind dead or whether everyone had been killed. After all, if they couldn't see whatever it was coming, chances were they had no time to get out.

The main thing on Sams mind right now, was to get out of here. Finding out what went on could wait, he was more then certain that he would not get the answers he sought here, so he went out looking for a way of escape. Of course, his route was blocked by a potential helper, a doctor. Sadly, upon further inspection it seemed this doctor had not avoided the ill fate others had come to them. He'd been attacked, by what? Sam did not know, all he could see was that this man was in a bad way and seemed to blame Sam or that's the impression he got when the doctor went bat shit crazy and sped after him.

What was he to do? stop and ask questions. The doctor was more like an animal then a man, coming after him in such a primal state as if he was ready to rip him apart. Absurd right? not exactly...from what Sam saw next it seemed something had surely been doing just that. There was blood everywhere, bodies and parts about the place. Sam slipped, tumbling to the ground, thankfully getting up in the nick of time to be confronted by the doctor who'd chased him.

Sam wasn't about to end up like these people and in a bid to protect himself grabbed a pair of scissors off the side. The doctor charged at him and Sam could barely look. He launched his arm outward, outstretched and pointing toward the raging doctor. Sam flinched feeling himself connect with the man, and after opening his eyes witnessed what he had done. The scissors were embedded in the front of the doctors head, right between the eyes. Sam cried out, he was mortified. Letting go of the scissors he watched the doctor fall back, his body hitting the floor with a thud.

He wobbled slightly on his feet, backing toward the wall where his legs turned to jelly. Sam leant against the wall, sliding down some as he now sat against the ground staring at the body in front of him. What he hell was going on here? A few moments passed before a shaky Sam got to his feet. He was able to take two steps forward before-"I wouldn't walk on further if I were you," a female voice spoke out. Sam stopped in his tracks, slowly and cautiously fleeted his eyes over his shoulder at the dark haired female. His eyes narrowed on her face before dropping to the gun in her grasp. A gun...he could have done with that all but a few moments ago "Turn around and don't try that feat you had just now with me." The woman ordered sternly.

Sam sighed heavily, shaking his head gently disbelieving of the chances. He held his hands up in defeat, turning slowly on his heel to face the armed broad standing before him. He was tired, not restless but drained and confused tot he point where he felt exhausted again. Sam looked at the woman as she stood there armed and ready. His hands were up in height with his shoulders now as he could barely keep them straight under the weight. He felt heavy and was certain it was all due to the fact that he'd just woken up from a freaking coma.

"If you're gonna do it...then do it...from the looks of things...you might be doin' me a favour." The man said hoarsely, his tone weak. The man swallowed the lump in his throat, his eyes scaling the area around him before setting back on the new face "What happened?" he asked, his tone confused. He just wanted answers. If she was going to pop him one between the eyes, he at least wanted to know what went down here. He wasn't sure how that'd help but he figured the lasting moments of his life, he didn't want to spend it wondering how everything went to hell.

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When the guy finally turned to face her, looking as if it took all of his energy for such a simple gesture, Leandra almost put down her guns and walked towards him to help him out. This close, Lea could study his features more carefully and with the eyes of one specializing in medicine, she was sure he'd just woken up from a deep sleep. His eyes were a bit cloudy, not completely focusing, if she could just use a flashlight and study his pupils, it'd give her more ground on her assumptions. As it was, with how things were being all chaotic and uncalled for, she had to keep a safe distance from him. His stance looked weary, his face paler this close, lips breaking and a thin sheet of sweat seemed to cover his forehead. He looked to be as weak as an old person but the fire in his eyes were in direct contrast. Somehow, he was fighting the nearing blackness that must've been wanting to consume him. Leandra couldn't blame the guy if he collapsed, anyone waking from a long sleep needed a few more days to recover their full strength. This guy's performance so far was a feat.

"If you're gonna do it...then do it...from the looks of things...you might be doin' me a favour," the man said as he was finally facing her.

As he spoke, Lea took note of the hopelessness his words seemed to carry. If there was anything that ticked off Lea, it was of people who lost hope and looked at death like an opportunity. Nothing about him missed her critical eyes before she finally lowered her gun and resumed a relaxed position, bending her neck sideways to loosen the tension from earlier. She'd been gripping the guns too tightly and despite herself, was sweating profusely. She grabbed a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped herself with it. All the while reaching into the small first aid kit attached to her belt and taking out a towel which she handed over to the man. She was still cautious but he didn't have the look of hunger she'd seen in the eyes of the zombies around her.

"What happened?" he asked while she'd come forward and she momentarily stopped dead in her tracks, unable to think of an answer, of any words to describe the things she'd seen and encountered. It had only been a few hours but the chaos was already wreaking havoc on the streets. God knew what would happen next. She crossed herself out of habit and kissed the cross she wore around her neck. Leandra was a bit shorter than him and she had to look up when she was about a foot close. She handed him the towel and thought better of it. Instead, she shoved the towel into a pocket rather than watch him let the clean sheet fall to the ground. His fingers didn't look up to task with how they were still cringing from the recent attack.

"Lemme have a look at you first," she answered after a while and looked around the small hallway. Behind him was the wider reception area where the bodies lay and not wanting to upset his or her stomach, she read the signs on the doors around them and found one that was most likely to contain stuff she needed. A chair, some medicine and files. The plain lettering on the door read 'DATA'. Of course, it was locked when she checked the knob and decided whether or not to check the room ahead of them both for keys or to just shoot the door with her gun. Course, reason told her the key was better than shooting. It'd be like sending a flare up into the skies, welcoming any other flesh eater to their fresh beating hearts if she opted for the latter option. Silently cussing, she gritted her teeth and looked at the guy with more seriousness than necessary.

"Stay here," she said through her teeth and wondered momentarily if he'd follow her. They were complete strangers and so why would he even trust her. She hadn't even told him anything yet. Leandra sighed and thought it'd be a complete waste of time to argue with the man so she just walked on and didn't care if he followed or not. Nearing the wide enclosed area, the stench of death suffocating, she took in small gasps of air and walked into the nurses' booth, opening a drawer after next.

Abruptly, she stopped when she heard a faint moan coming from where the bodies lay close together. She leaned over the counter and tried to pinpoint the source of the sound. There, in a corner, lay a little boy, looking to be no older than 10 and was moaning with pain. Leandra's heart went to her throat as she forgot all sense of rational thought and rushed towards the boy, cradling him in her lap when she was near him. He had bites all over his body and her hands were frantically finding a spot where she could soothe his pain whilst avoiding the wounds. She couldn't help but hold the boy closer as his body stiffened and his last breathes escaped his lungs. Leandra rocked back and forth and wept silently, her hands shaking and lips quivering.

What happened next was something nothing could prepare her for. If it hadn't been for the look of hunger she saw in the boy's eyes as he opened them, Leandra would have been thankful. The body in her arms started to move around as life started to seep through the young lads muscles. She'd been crying, much to her dismay of appearing weak and had stopped in the middle of it. The boy was starting to struggle against her firm hold and her eyes opened wide with terror. His mouth couldn't stop from snapping at her skin, unable to control his ravenous appetite. She looked around for help and met the wary eyes of the guy from earlier. She closed her eyelids before silently pleading for him to stop the little boy's distress. Lea could not bring herself to do it herself. She'd killed a boy before accidentally and that trauma had been haunting her ever since.

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[Sam Walker]

"Lemme have a look at you first," She answered not a moment too soon. Sam gave an almost hopeless look as his eyes scaled the brunette. He bowed his head, sighing heavily before lifting his eyes back to her, as if giving in now. She seemed level headed, almost as if she knew what to do in there current situation where he had no god damn idea of what to do. So, he simply watched the brunette as she walked about and then, the dreaded words came from her lips. "Stay here," she instructed. Was she crazy? Stay here? Even for several moments that seemed absurd, this place...he didn't know what it had become all he knew was that he didn't like it, not one bit.

His eyes never left her, Sam hesitantly stepped forward, only to step back again in a debate with himself over following her or waiting behind as instructed. He chomped his lower lip, feeling his hands continuously tremble as he waited behind like she'd said. Sam let his eyes scan the corridor, gently tapping his foot as if waiting impatiently. His nerves got the better of him and he opted to go after Leandra, after all...she seemed to know what was going on here and his betting was that he was safer with her. So, he took off after her in an attempt to stick by her side. In real life, he'd have never done this, he was confident enough in himself but of course...Sam didn't know that himself, right now he was playing on instinct and his gut told him to follow her.

He followed behind, silently. He watched her as she approached the counter, he heard it too...a dull sound, a moan of sorts. He felt his heart stop, as the woman began to lean over the counter. He sure hoped it wasn't another crazy doctor, like the one from before...what had gotten into him, he didn't know but that doctor was seemingly wacko. Something went down here at this hospital, and he hoped soon he'd get the answers her sought and they'd be out of here. The smell of rotting flesh continued to burn his nostrils and the blood that stained the back of his gown was still went and cold against his skin. God, he couldn't wait to have a shower and eat a good meal. Funny though, in an instant like this he thought about his stomach...he was just trying to keep his mind busy.

Leandra had found a child, a small boy hiding in the corner and couldn't have been much older then the children he'd seen in his photo...his children. His heart sank, of course it did and even though he didn't remember his children, or how he felt...he could not help but feel something right now. This was a helpless child, without a clue no doubt and probably as confused as he was. Sam could barely cope, what chance did this child have? Lea pulled him close, almost nurturing the boy who writhed in pain. He never took his eyes off them, as she hugged the young boy and began to let her emotions get the better of her.

Perhaps, she was a parent too. He could empathise with the emotions, but only a parent would react in such a way. Lea was wrecked with emotion over this child and all he could do was watch. His eyes shifted from the boy to Lea who had been pretty well armed, a shotgun and two pistols...something told him that whatever had happened here, had happened elsewhere too and she'd come ready. He watched her again, as she began to weep, rocking back and forth with the now limp body in her arms. He took a step forward, hand outstretched as if he was about to touch her and then he stopped.

His eyes moved to the boy, who began jerking slightly. Sams eyes widened as he observed the child who'd just passed away several moments ago and now...he was coming back to life? Sam almost fell over, jolting as the boys eyes snapped open and his mouth began to chomp at Lea. He was trying to bite her. It was almost as if he was no longer a boy, but an animal now, raging, making awful sounds as he continued to snap his jaw at Lea in a bid to take a chunk out of her.

At this time, she was still in a terrible state. Her eyes looked to Sam for help. She closed her eyes, still keeping a firm grip on the boy as she pleaded for this to be over. Sam watched for a moment more before taking action, he lunged forward, placing his one hand on Leas shoulder and his other swiping the shotgun at her side. With one swift pull, he urged Leandra back away from the boy, pointed the gun and shot him with no hesitation. He was relatively surprised that he hadn't hesitated, but Lea knew what was going on here and because of that, he seemed to trust her more. His gut told him what to do, to put this boy out of his misery and the look in her eyes gave the same instruction.

It wasn't until the shot had rung out and he looked down at the boy, that the effects of what he had done kicked in. Sam dropped the shotgun. The man heaved, turning on his heel and moved to the opposite side of the desk where he fell to his knees. The man was slumped over the garbage can now, emptying the contents of his already empty stomach. This wasn't right. What the hell had happened here?

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Leandra watched the resolution form on his face as understanding dawned on him. She was definitely not up to task. He, on the other hand, with no hesitations, reached for the gun nearest him and loaded the shotgun before aiming it for the little boy. Leandra backed a bit, out of the gun's way and involuntarilly snapped her eyes shut when the shot was fired. Blood splattered on her face and down her neck to her clothes but none of those were the cause of the now steady flow of water down her cheeks.

The body in her arms went limp and lifeless in a heartbeat, the loud bang of the shotgun still ringing in her ears. She heard the shuffling of feet from near beside her and when she opened her eyes to check, through blurry vision, saw red stain as the man had crouched over a trash can and was emptying the contents of his stomach. He hadn't been safe from the blood splatter as well. From what she was hearing, there wasn't much to empty. She gulped and kept herself from following suit. Not that she was repulsed by blood or any of the sort, but innocent kids plus killing didn't really go quite well in her book.

Lea carefully placed the boy's head on the ground and uttered a short silent prayer for him as well as everyone else's body around them. When she was done, her shotgun lay on the ground near her and she wondered momentarilly how it had gotten there. Had the man lay it down carefully before running for the trash can? She hadn't heard any noise of metal on marble tiles and she answered her own question. Looking around her as she stood up, she couldn't help but feel like time was running out for the both of them, the man and her.

She knew that the loud shot from her shotgun would be attracting unwanted attention from whoever had heard it. There was also the fact that these dead wouldn't stay dead, with the boy as an example and examining the room around her, there was much too many bodies to handle. Ammunition wasn't exactly an infinite supply either. If the world, and she hoped not, had been changing for the few hours, then she knew she'd have to save bullets.

Leandra leaned her hand against a wall for support when she was finally standing up, nauseous. Subsequently, she dropped down to grab her shotgun and placed it on the back of her, walking towards the man. She layed her hand on his back and rubbed where she touched.

"You okay?" she asked softly, withdrawing her hand a moment later. "That was brave of you." She added. "But we have to move on."

From her position, she caught sight of keys hanging on a wall behind the counter which had been obscured from view earlier. Lea walked towards it and scanned quickly for the ones she'd need. To her dismay, underneath the tag that read 'Files', the hook hung empty. At least, they tried. Now for plan B. The gun shot from earlier had pretty much been loud enough already and they could probably even run a party since then. Any attempt at appearing non existent was out of the question. Time was running out and they had to act fast, her guts told her. The ominous silence around them hung tangible in the air.

She eyed the guy to see if he could move on his two feet. Knowing better than to ask out loud, she walked towards him and slid her arm under his, supporting him from her side. If she guessed correct, men had pride and he looked just like about any other man. He looked so white that she was sure he was exerting too much effort and fainting wasn't going to help either of them. He had to just accept the assistance and forget being all high and mighty. She tugged on him to move as she directed them towards the file room, no more time to go searching about the other rooms and especially the medical supplies. She'd love to get her hands on those.

Questions flooded her head while they neared the locked door from earlier. Why did she need to check the files? What would be in the room for her? Just papers and stuff to read. Research needed time and there was none anywhere. They were running on borrowed time. Rational thoughts told her to either grab anything helpful she could or just about turn tail and run, the obvious effect of a loud gunshot making her indecisive. Her head snapped up suddenly as she headed for another direction, her curiosity on what was happening suddenly replaced by need of finding medical supplies. At least those would be most helpful in a time like this. Reading would just waste time.

When it came down to it, if she'd just shut her emotions earlier and pretended not to hear the boy, time would have been on their side. As it was, all blame was on her and she silently cursed at herself for letting her feelings get the best of her. She sighed and adjusted her arm supporting the man beside her, his weight was starting to get heavier by the second. They were definitely running out of time.

When a moan from somewhere entered her ear, she looked sideways and halted, her grip on the man tightening to keep him from falling over. A crowd of people, eyes glassy were walking aimlessly about the entrance of the hospital. She backed away slowly and quietly. A moan from behind them made her stop again and she resisted the urge to turn back, walking forward quickly. To her surprise, no footsteps followed and to add more, a door, hanging ajar, greeted them, beckoning them to find safety behind itself.

Leandra uttered a short prayer of thanks and entered the room, 'Supplies' written beside the door. She closed the door behind them as quietly as she could before letting go of a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.

Her lips twitched into a smile before the unmistakable guttural roar of someone erupted from infront of them and she froze to see a nurse staring at them. Relief disappeared from her face as instinct took over. She pushed the man back behind as she reached for the crowbar on her. The nurse, unable to resist the urge to feed on flesh, ran for them and in an instant, the danger was over. Leandra caught the nurse as she started to fall and layed her carefully on the ground. Her nametag read 'Sally' and Leandra prayed for her soul quickly, bowing her head. When that was done, she scanned the room about them and took two duffel bags from a closet, grabbing a blue uniform in it as well. She tossed a bag and the clothes to the man.

"Call me Gonzalez," she said, whilst stuffing her bag with antibiotics and momentailly stopping when she saw strong antibiotics and sedatives sitting on a shelf for everyone to grab. She smiled in contempt and stuffed those as well. "Grab all the clean towels and water you can find and anything else useful. The clothes are for later, not now." She looked back at him and studied his stance. "You can move?"

Leandra didn't have time to wonder why the other zombies from outside hadn't took notice of them but the nurse had. She could hear the faint steps of a crowd gathering from behind the locked door behind the man.

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[Sam Walker]

At first the idea hadn't really crossed his mind. Having seen what this place was like, knowing that people were not the same and only having this woman to really trust in...he didn't give what he was about to do, a second though...that was until..he'd actually done it. Once Sam had pulled that trigger and proceeded to empty the contents of his stomach in the nearest trash can, a wave of regret hit him like a tornado. He couldn't believe what he had just done...that was a child, an innocent or once innocent child and now?...he didn't understand. God, maybe he didn't even want to understand.

If his throat wasn't so hoarse right now, he'd have probably cried out...but he couldn't. He couldn't muster any words, let alone sounds..he was an absolute mess. His feet hurt, his bones ached and his head pounded, it felt as if he'd been hit by a speeding train. The man tried his best to compose himself, but for this moment in time it was inevitable that this would take a lot before he could shake off the image of what he'd just done. His body flinched as he felt a gentle hand atop of his back. "You okay?" she asked softly, gently rubbing his back in a bid to comfort him. She slowly dropped her hand as he nodded weakly "That was brave of you." Leandra said. Sam snorted some, brave? Really? he'd just blew some kids fucking brains out and you call that brave?...it was insane, this was all insane.

"But we have to move on." she told him. He remained where he was for the moment, before slowly standing upright again. He rustled a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath as he rubbed his neck profusely. She came to his aid again, wrapping her arm around his back. He was a wreck, an absolute shambles of a man right now."...What I did...That kid...He was just a kid...Why did yo-..Why did I have to?..." He asked, the clear dishevelment in his tone as he continued to be baffled by his own actions. Why had he had to do that? What was going on? He had so many questions that needed answering. He didn't want to play the blame game, but she had gotten him to do it...but why? and why the hell hadn't he asked before doing it?

They managed to walk the length of the corridor, Sam still tender on his own legs. Lea helped him along, he was lucky to have that because so far he wouldn't have lasted all of five minutes without her. When a moan from somewhere piqued her attention, he narrowed his eyes on her. He hadn't heard it, he was almost in a daze and chose to ignore most things...besides, his hearing wasn't all so perfect considering. Her grip him tightened as she stopped moving, all the while he kept his gaze on her. His eyes followed the direction in which hers had narrowed, more people..wandering aimlessly in the entrance. The look on her face told him everything he needed to know...this wasn't good.

She backed away slowly and quietly, with Sam who was still stuck to her like glue. A moan from behind them made her stop again, he glanced over his shoulder for a moment and they were moving forward again. He was happy to follow her lead, she knew what was going on here and truth be told he needed someone like that around because he was so god damn clueless. She uttered a prayer, it seemed she was religious. He had never been all for religion, though ask him that right now he wouldn't know the answer. He didn't know jack shit about himself any more.

If he wasn't crapping himself already by now, he probably would have. As they entered the room they were greeted by another Med staff...a nurse, one who seemed pretty darn pissy. She roared at them, a sound beyond anything he'd ever heard a person create before and then she came bounding toward them. Lea pushed him behind her, probably a good idea since he wasn't all too good at defending either of them considering he had to be held up for the most part.

He watched her drop the woman in one, grimacing at the sound and sight as he turned his head away slightly. Jesus Christ, what the fuck was wrong with everyone? Every person they had met so far had been absolutely...insane?..was that the right word? God did he even know right now. He was fucking clueless. He watched her lay the nurse down once more praying, he had to admire that she held onto her faith like that...but then again, maybe that was what was keeping her fighting. He caught the duffel bag as she tossed it at him.

"Call me Gonzalez," she told him, stuffing supplies into her bag. He nodded, watching her carefully for a few moments, letting his eyes take her in before then glancing at the nurse once more. His eyes narrowed on her, she seemed almost inhuman somehow "Grab all the clean towels and water you can find and anything else useful. The clothes are for later, not now." she stated, snapping him back to reality. He looked at her and nodded once more. Somewhat flustered, the man turned on his heel and began cramming stuff near him into his bag "You can move?" she asked. Sam nodded once more "...Just about..." he simply replied, quietly as he turned and continued stocking up like she had done so.

He turned to her again "...Look I..Uh...I need to know...What is going on here? Why are all these people..." He couldn't find the words to describe them, he dropped his eyes back to the nurse, his expression contorting as he racked his own brain for the words he wanted to use. Sam poked his head a little as if trying to drum thoughts into his own mind. He let out a desperate laugh, mostly from nerves "This is insane...I was asleep...I don't even know for how long..But..I woke up and I don't have any idea as to what..the fuck! is going on here!.." he snapped frustrated. Sam sighed shaking his head as he rubbed his neck again "..Hell..I don't even know who I am...I just have a name tag...that's all I have." Sam showed her lifting his wrist for her to see the medical bracelet that simply read 'SAMUEL WALKER'

"So please...tell me what the hell is going on, because I'm going out of my mind..."