Shake the World
Posted: Tuesday, October 26, 2010 by zombieheadbitey in
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My dreams were erratic. I was in a place I didn't know, a dark room with tiles that were once white, though now with age, they had turned a grimy gray color. The floor was dirty, and I was stuck in a flimsy white hospital gown. .
I remember waking up in this dream, my eyes fuzzy. I tried to focus, what little light that shined through the dirty dust covered windows only made my vision worse as I tried to make out my surroundings. The air was stale, cold and smelled like years of dried blood and mold. I recall climbing out of the rusty dingy bed and only falling to my knees. My legs wouldn't work, no matter how hard I tried to force myself to stand, I couldn't do it.
Finally, I pulled myself up using the railing of the bed. As my vision cleared, I noticed I was alone. The silence could be cut with a knife. I pushed myself from the bed and stumbled into the counter that held a rust stained sink and a grime covered mirror. Carefully I reached my hand up and wiped the mirror. Staring back at me in that mirror was a pale dark haired woman. She was the only thing that was familiar to me here. As I peered closer at my reflection I noticed certain things about myself. My eyes, they were no longer that deep doe-eyed brown, but a glazed over white blue color, my lips held a tinge of blue. Everything about me was wrong. Frightening so.
Fear welled up inside of me, and I turned to move away from the mirror, from this room. Immediately I bolted for the door, my legs found their strength as I ran out of the room and into the dirty hallway. This place was unfamiliar, and I had no idea where to go, but I ran. I ran down a seemingly endless hallway, only when I caught a glimpse of someone in a hospital room did I stop. This figure was obviously male, in a white coat, so I assumed he was a doctor here. As I stood in the doorway of the room I watched him standing in the corner. I tried to yell, but no words came from my mouth. So, I moved farther into the room until I was standing by the man. I reached out my shaking hand and touched his shoulder. Immediately the man turned around quickly. What I saw made me scream that silent scream of horror. What I saw was the image of what once was a man long ago. He was missing his right eye, and his jaw had been torn from his face, it hung at his chest by a thin piece of flesh and his tongue hung loosely and freely. The man had blood all over the front of his coat. Immediately I stepped backwards, fear rocketed through my body as he followed me. I tripped over my own two feet and I fell back, hitting the ground hard. My head connected with the floor and I saw stars in my vision. I felt the man fall ontop of me, fingers tearing at my gown, into my flesh. And I screamed and screamed, but no sounds issued from my throat as this man tore me apart.
I found my voice, screaming loudly and kicking my legs violently in the hospital bed when I awoke from my dream. I remember hands grabbing my arms and legs, holding me down. Voices issuing commands for a sedative. I screamed that I did not want to go back to sleep, but my words fell on deaf ears as I felt the prick of the needle and the real world dissolve into black.
When I came to again, things were a lot calmer, I had no dreams the second time. I woke from the darkness to the sounds of machines, monitoring my heart. I had almost forgot why I was here, what brought me to the hospital to begin with. My thoughts were distracted by a young woman. She was blonde, blue eyed and very pretty. She wore blue scrubs, her hair was pulled back in a bun and she looked far happier than I could ever be. I assumed she was around my age, probably fresh out of nursing school.
"Hey there," She said. "I'm sorry we had to sedate you, but now that you are awake we are going to administer the vaccine."
Vaccine. Vaccine. I thought in my head as I stared at the woman with probably the stupidest look on my face. The it came to me. I was in this hospital as a volunteer for the vaccine. But, why did they need to sedate me. I didn't give it much thought as I just shook my head. "It's fine." I said lowly.
The woman just smiled. "It's going to sting a little, and once we do that, we are going to have to inject the Chimera strain into your system. You do understand, that if this procedure doesn't work, you will die." she said grimly. I knew that what she said to me was just a part of the script, that she really did not care if I lived or died because of this experiment. I was just a number for the government.
"Yeah...I read the waiver, trust me I know." I said to her, with a bit of agitation to my voice. All she could do was give me a shitty smile. The young woman called over a few assistants, four rather strong and burly men who looked like they could take down a bull together. Thats when I became nervous. Each man began to strap me down. I felt my heart began to race, and the monitor followed suit with its nagging beeping, I broke out into a cold sweat. I didn't like this. I had to tel myself there was no going back. I gave my life away once I signed that waiver. This was my own death sentence to avoid that impending disease knocking on all of our doors.
The nurse did not even give me the one two three. She stuck me in the arm with the vaccine. I flinched and grit my teeth. The injection was like shoving peanut butter into my arm and it burned horribly. I never thought the pain was going to end, and when it did she gave me a pat on the shoulder. "See, all good now." She said. "Time for the other one though." She finished grimly.
I groaned. I did not think I could take any more shots. The next syringe the nurse produced looked a little bit more friendlier than the last, though I knew it was just a mask to the sinister virus that lay within the glass. She treated it as if it were precious, careful to pick it up and even more careful as she moved to stick me in my arm. The injection burned, but not as badly as the peanut butter shot I was given seconds ago. This one. This injection had an immediate reaction as soon as she pulled the needle from my skin.
I do not remember much, save for the extreme pain that wracked my whole body. The restraints were there for a reason it seemed. I knew my heart was going into cardiac arrest only because the EKG was howling like a banshee. No one did anything to save me. They all watched as my body was ravaged by the virus. I had no clue how long the process lasted, and the only thing I remembered were the screams that came from my throat. Then? Then there was nothing, just blackness as that EKG flat lined.