Survival Series (Book 1): Survival by Hawkley D.E

Author:Hawkley, D.E. [Hawkley, D.E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Post-Apocalyptic | Infected
Publisher: Creative Word Publishing
Published: 2019-02-08T05:00:00+00:00

It was quiet. Silent as the grave, the old saying floated around in my head as I slowly sat up. I felt groggy, like I hadn't slept enough. My leg was sore, throbbing and itchier than ever. I wanted to tear off the makeshift cast Dr. Harron ---

“Dr. Harron,” I said out loud though I was alone. The last thing I remembered was him leaving the room to confront Michael. Ignoring my leg, knowing id regret it later, I got to my feet, as quickly as I could manage, and hobbled towards the door.

Pressing my ear against the door I listened quietly. There were no sounds. Nothing loud, nothing faint. Either Michael had killed Dr. Harron or they had killed each other. In either case I knew in my guy Dr. Harron had to be dead; he would have returned if he had lived through the confrontation with Michael.

Turning the handle, I pulled the door open and listened again. Nothing. Not even the sound of breathing or shuffling. The hospital was a graveyard; cold, silent, and full of dead people. Stepping out into the hallway I wondered how I would navigate the darkness. Leaning against the door frame I felt something press into my thigh, something in my pocket. Reaching into my pocket I pulled out Dr. Harron's penlight. Click the too the little light came to life. Though it wasn't much light, it was enough to see a few feet in front of me.

I wandered in the direction of what Dr. Harron had called the safe zone, though in reality with Michael there it had never been safe. As I passed room and room, doors closed, locked or empty, I wondered where Dr. Harron and Michael were and then I saw it. The brownish red liquid puddle came into the lights view. I knew what would be further, and though I wasn't sure I wanted to see Dr. Harron dead, I needed to know that Michael was.

Slowly I moved forward, step-by-step, until a foot came into view, then a leg, a body. It was Michael. The broken broomstick was driven through his back, pushed all the way through to protrude from his front. In front of him pay Dr. Harron, his throat had been slashed; a dropped scalpel lay near Michaels lifeless hand.

Dr. Harron must have managed to sneak up on Michael and stabbed him from behind not knowing Michael had a weapon. Michael would have had a knee jerk reaction and spun around scalpel up and caught Dr. Harron across the throat. Everyone was dead. Four people, to my knowledge, had survived the deadly attack on the city - one had survived by being selfish, two had sacrifice themselves to protect one.

Fighting back the urge to cry as the overwhelming sense of loneliness crashed down on me, I continued towards the safe zone. I needed to find a way to get out of the hospital to find other people; if anyone was still alive.

Reaching the safe zone, which

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