Monday, February 16, 2009

The Zombie Threat: Part 4

Dmitry was in the laboratory, cleaning up after everybody else left. Just before he went to the barracks, all the power in the faculty went out. The security doors to the laboratory automatically closed. The sound of the doors echoed off of the walls. Dmitry waited for several hours. He thought it could all be sorted out in a few minutes. After waiting for nearly an hour, he began to think that he was forgotten. He felt his way around the room and found a chair. He tore off one of the metal legs to pry open the door. After some substantial physical effort, the door finally gave in and opened.

Dmitry had never seen the laboratory without the lights on. He got lost on the way to the emergency stairway. As his eyes finally adjusted to the light, he found himself at a dead end. He was in a small room with a small light hanging from the ceiling. He tried a switch, but the light just wouldn’t turn on. His boots were making an audible splash, so he bent down and touched the mysterious liquid. The temperature almost made his fingers numb.

Having no idea where he was, Dmitry turned around and went back. A few hundred feet after he passed the laboratory, he saw a guard taking a nap on the floor. No, he wasn’t taking a nap; he was covered in bullet wounds! It was at this point that Dmitry realized the severity of the situation, but he still had no idea of what was happening. The only thing that came to his mind was that a foreign army had infiltrated the base. He picked up the AK-47 that was beside the guard.

He continued to walk in the general direction of the emergency stairway. Eventually, a faint silhouette of a guard caught his eye. He recognized the uniform. He was Russian.

“What the hell is going on here?” Dmitry yelled.

The guard did not respond. Instead, he turned around and slowly walked towards him. Dmitry pleaded again. No response. And then… a moan.

Dmitry froze in his tracks. He knew exactly what was going on. There is no time for thinking. He raised his rifle and aimed for the head.

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