SCHIZOMEGA: Zombies Made in the U.S.A. (Ian McDermott Paranormal Investigator series Book 3) by Aslin David

Author:Aslin, David [Aslin, David]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2015-11-02T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 16

ANTHROPOPHAGOUS

Due to the raging storm the lights flickered on and off three more times before totally failing. Shortly after the lights went out, the back-up generator kicked on. There was a lot of buzzing sounds and a series of flickers, but then the lights came back on.

The two men proceeded on towards cell block X.

E looked back over his shoulder at Ian and said in just above a whisper, “Ian according to the information that my sources supplied me, which so far at least appears to be pretty reliable, cell block X is where they house the most violent of the crazies in this place. You stick close to me because I’ve got a strong suspicion that things are about to get, as you yanks are so fond of saying, very real!” Ian gulped at the thought, as he silently nodded his head in agreement.

As E walked ahead, he continuously used a two hand grip, panning his handgun everywhere he looked. Ian tried as best he could to mimic E’s method and motions. E knew very well that Ian was no expert at this sort of thing, but all in all he was impressed by how fast Ian was adapting.

As the men had made their way two-thirds up the hallway, they came upon what was obviously a holding room located on the right side of the corridor. Ian immediately deduced it was probably used to separate someone from the general population. By the looks of the antique hospital bed with leather straps in the room, Ian guessed it most likely was used for short term restraining and sedating inmates deemed out of control. Ian felt his theory justified upon spotting a machine that looked to him like a cross between a defibrillator and a car battery-charger. Ian immediately considered it possible that they also occasionally administered electro-shock therapy in the room as well. Ian became further convinced after spotting a rubber mouth piece sitting on a stainless steel tray atop a small desk adjacent to the bed. Ian recognized the mouthpiece. He knew mouthpieces of that nature were devised to insert into a patients mouth during a seizure, whether natural or electrically induced; whereby allowing them to breathe and preventing them from biting their tongue and potentially blocking their airway. Ian silently mused as he stared at the rubber mouthpiece, Electroconvulsive Therapy. If you can call it therapy. Electric shock induced seizures that is what it accomplishes. Temporarily short circuiting the brain. Just what kind of a medieval place is this anyway?

Ian thought to himself, This place is a nightmare. Right out of an Edgar Allan Poe story.

Suddenly a loud crash came from back towards the Psyche Ward. E looked at Ian and silently with hand signals indicated for Ian to stay put while he back-tracked the few yards back to the ward where he could poke his head inside and have one more, fast look around. E didn’t intend to let Ian get out of his sight, not for more than a mere second or two anyway.

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