Chapter 2: Downward Spiral
The door slammed shut behind him as David took a look down the hall. His room was the last one in the hall and appropriately enough, the doors to every other room in the hall were open. Those idiots must have sacked each and every one of these rooms, he thought. As he walked down the hall an eerie silence followed. He realized he was probably the only one left on the 7th floor, if not, the whole building. His media induced trance left him completely oblivious to what was actually happening in his own home. He walked to the elevator and pushed the call button, then waited.
The floor numbers lighted up above him until the number 7 became illuminated and a hollow *ding* was heard. The elevator doors parted in front of him and David leapt backward.
A fat man, dressed in a bathrobe and slippers, laid on his knees in the elevator. In front of the man was the bloodied corpse of a middle aged woman. That shocked David enough, but the really shocking thing was what the man was doing.
He was eating her arm.
David yelped and continued to back away as quickly as he could. He pulled the .380 pistol from his coat pocket and squeezed the trigger. Except it wouldn’t fire.
He became frantic. The fat man tore the pinky finger off the hand, chewed for a bit, and then looked up. David saw his milky, white eyes. They were empty. The fat man dropped the arm and began to stand up. David, thinking fast, kicked the man in his blubbery chest. He was heavy, and the kick knocked both of them backwards. The man collapsed against the wall of the elevator, but then steadied himself and prepared to lunge forward. Then, another hollow *ding* followed as the doors closed and the man disappeared behind them, pounding away at the steel. David was breathing quickly. He looked up and saw the elevator was heading up, not down to the lobby like it should. The lights stopped on the 9th floor and David heard a terrible scream. He winced, and then ran towards the stairwell.
Stopping at the stairwell, he checked the pistol in his hand and found the slide locked back. Just like in the movies, he thought to himself. David had never even seen a gun before today, to say nothing of shooting one. He fumbled around and found the magazine release button. The empty magazine clattered to the ground. He slipped in the fresh one with seven cartridges and then jacked the slide back. He headed down the stairs.
The stairwell was thankfully empty, but that didn’t stop David from being extra cautious as he inched his way down. Somewhere between the 2nd and 3rd floors, written in blood against the wall of the stairwell, read “REPENT THE END IS VERY F*CKING NIGH” David found the blood went straight from the wall to the floor and continued down the stairs. He inched down to the lobby, pistol in hand.
At the center of the lobby lay Jerry, the building’s security guard. He laid face flat on the tile, three other corpses in front of him. He was pristine except for the single hole in his head. At his side laid his Glock, the slide locked back, empty. Loyal to the end, Jerry. David thought. He left and continued out the building exit.
Outside, David got a broader view of what he saw from the window. The city had descended into complete chaos. People were running around everywhere. Abandoned cars lined the streets and bullet riddled bodies littered the sidewalks. David looked across the street and saw a teenager dressed just like the ones he murdered up in his apartment flat. The boy was standing next to a blue El Camino, firing his Beretta nonstop at a group of shambling, bloodied people.
“Stay the hell away!”
He fired until he clicked dry, but they did not even slow down. The crowd descended upon him and tore him to pieces. David looked at the idling car. He ran towards it, just a few feet away past the preoccupied crowd, and jumped into the front seat. He slammed the door shut and stepped hard on the gas.
I gotta get as far away from the city as I can get, he thought to himself. He drove through the streets, weaving through the abandoned cars until at last he could no longer pass through them. He hit the brakes and looked in front of him. Cars, dozens of them, back to back, bumper to bumper. Many of them still had their doors open as their owners had left in such great haste.
Damn, David thought to himself. He exited the car and continued walking down Williams Street. He continued straight until he saw it. The place where he worked by day as a Volunteer. The Downtown Hospital. He hesitated. What if it was compromised? What if it was just as infested as his apartment? He looked outside and saw the winter sun was quickly setting. No choice anymore, he thought. At least I know a few places in there that are safe. As he walked towards it through the sea of cars, David thought to himself: My home away from home.
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