The Last Alive

by H. L. Wampler

The young woman wasn't a fool though. She couldn't help but feel like she was being lied to. The nurse was freaked out and if four doctors pronounced her sister dead, how was it possible she was still moving around and making noise?

  Patient zero was the first undead.

  I am patient zero's sister.

  Chapter Two

  Infection Overload

  I stood near the door waiting. People argued behind the large desk, while others were freaked out. I still had no idea what was going on. Nobody would give me straight answers and the nurse who Becca bit had not come back yet. While they were busy I slowly slunk more into the doorway of Becca's room. She lay there strapped to the bed, struggling to free herself

  I inched into the room trying to get a better look at my sister. She turned her head toward me and snapped her teeth. Her mouth was foaming, her skin changed to a greenish-white. She pulled at her arms and legs, desperate to get to me. Or to eat me. I wasn't sure what she wanted to do.

  "Becca?" I asked quietly. I didn't want anyone to hear and drag me back out.

  She growled. Her fingers were clawing at the air. The person in front of me did not look like my sister. I didn't know who that was. I stood there staring at the strange creature that resembled Becca unsure what to do.

  "Are you still in there?" I sat at the foot of the bed just out of her reach. I wanted nothing more than to hug her and tell her everything was going to be okay like she always did for me, but I would be lying to the both of us. I knew things were not okay. She was not okay. I wanted my sister though. I needed her. She was my strength.

  Her growl escalated to a snarl.

  "I'm sorry. Whatever happened to you; I'm sorry." I cried into my hands.

  Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she lifted her upper body off the bed and slamming it back down. I was terrified watching my older sister act like that. She had always been the calm, rational one in the family. Now she looked like nothing but a mindless monster. I got up and left the room. I couldn't stand to see her like that any longer.

  Everything was still in the hallway. It was eerily quiet. A random heart monitor beeped but that was about it. I broke out in a run and made a b-line for a far-off door. My heart thudded as I ran down the hall toward the stairwell. I took the steps two at a time till I hit the main floor. I looked around the corner of the first floor, and casually walked to the exit. The emergency department was next to the main entrance, Emma's nurse had to go there to have her bite looked at. The security guard who was supposed to be at the podium was nowhere to be seen. In fact, all the staff vanished. I thought it was odd, but maybe there was an emergency.

  Maybe the nurse went zombie and bit everyone already.

  There were people sitting in the waiting area watching television and talking. Nothing to indicate a serious crisis was underway. I casually walked to the front window and knocked on it. Nobody was in the area.

  "Hello?" I called through the small hole in the glass.

  A door off to the side opened as a guy in all green ran out. I hurried over and stuck my foot in the way before it shut. I squeezed through, staying against the wall. I pulled my badge out of my shirt incase anyone questioned why I was back there. The emergency department was familiar. I'd been back there dozens of times for victims and offenders alike for work. Being a detective took me to a lot of interesting places. Never in this capacity though. After a few very long minutes I looked around the corner and noticed absolutely no staff down the main hall. Puzzled, I walked out and toward where the nursing staff sat. People were in the patient rooms, but none of the health care professionals. I continued walking around until I came to a second desk. I finally saw someone in black scrubs running down the narrow corridor behind it. He was covered in blood. Taken aback, but curious, I circled to the back of the desk. I did a fast walk in the direction he came from. I found the staff. They were all around and in one room. I could hear everyone yelling, and on top of all that someone had let out a horrendous, other worldly snarl. I didn't turn and run. I should have. But I didn't. A doctor emerged from the room, running around looking for something.

  "Get out of here!" he shouted at me.

  "What's going on?"

  "I don't know." He came toward me.

  "Can I help with something?"

  "Are you staff?" he asked.

  I shook my head. "No."

  "Then no. Just, please, for your own good get away from here," he pleaded.

  "I don't understand..." I started.

  "I shouldn't tell you this, but we have a nurse who has lost it. She's biting everyone, and I have never seen anything like it."

  My face dropped. "Were you bit?"

  "No, this is blood from everyone else."

  "Others were bit?" I looked toward the busy room.

  "Yes."

  "How many?" I asked.

  "I'm not sure." He shook his head wiping his hands on his pants.

  "Is the nurse Rose?"

  "Yeah, how'd you know?"

  "She was my sister's nurse," I whispered.

  "Was?" His piercing blue eyes met my own green ones.

  "Yeah, my sister is kind of dead."

  "Kind of? Stop being cryptic. If it's something that can help here, tell me!" he shouted, grabbing onto my shoulders. He moved them a little too late. I looked at my shirt and saw the bloody handprints. "Sorry. I'll pay for a new shirt."

  "My sister, Becca, was dead. Now she's undead." I ignored his offer to pay for the shirt.

  "Wait, what?" The poor man looked even more confused and flustered.

  "She died. Now she's not dead. She's, well, just come with me and I'll show you."

  "I can't leave this mess right now."

  "Get Rose strapped to a bed, that's all you're going to be able to do; same thing with everyone who was bit."

  He stared at me like I had a horn growing out of my forehead and a third eye.

  "Trust me," I said.

  "Trust you? I don't even know you!" he yelled, pushing past me and searching the cart that was next to the desk.

  "Doctor whatever-your-name-is, you have a serious problem on your hands right now. Everyone who was bit is going to turn into an undead biting, eating machine."

  "I don't have time for this." He pushed past me with a container of needles and tubes.

  "You need to make time for it, doc! You are going to have a serious epidemic on your hands very, very soon."

  He paused and glared at me. I knew it was insane for him to even consider my crazy notion. Zombies? Really? If I hadn't seen Becca I wouldn't believe me either. He turned and walked back down the hall. He pulled aside one of the guards and asked him for something because the guard took off running down the corridor. I waited and watched. The group of doctors and nurses struggled with the woman. I could hear her growls and snarls. People screamed, I would have to assume, each time they were bit. Worry and fear bubbled in my belly.

  How many are there now? Are they all infected? How fast are they turning? Can this be contained? What if it turns into some epidemic? What if the disease means the end of the world? I shouldn't have joked about zombipocalypses all the time.

  The guard came back a few minutes later carrying a black case similar to the one that was taken to my sister's room. It must have been restraints. I hid behind a pillar close to the room waiting for the doctor to come back. People slowly filed out. They had solemn faces, were covered in blood, and had no idea what was going on. I didn't know exactly what was going on either. Only what happened to Emma.

  "Well, she died." The doctor walked toward me.

  "Oh, just wait, this is when the fun starts," I muttered. "And it's happening faster. Becca didn't die for twenty-four hours."

  "Whatever your sister is infected with is highly contagious and fatal."

  "No shit and I wouldn't say it's entirely fatal. It does turn the infected into the undead," I mumbled glancing at the room. "Undead who want to eat you."

  "The dead don't resurrect," the do
ctor, whose embroidered jacket said Nathan White, told me.

  "That's what they said upstairs too. Just wait." I bit my lip. "Where are the others who were bit?"

  "Getting checked out."

  "So, this is how the end of the world starts." I sighed and looked at the clock.

  It hadn't even been a minute.

  "Listen to me Doctor White..." He cut me off.

  "Just call me Nathan." The young man looked past me to the nurses’ little room.

  "Okay, Nathan. That woman is not completely dead. Pretty soon she's going to be the undead. Everyone that she has bitten is going to be undead."

  "Do you know how ridiculous you sound?" He furrowed his eyebrows at me. Frustration was quickly replacing his patience. I didn't blame him. I would think I was crazy too.

  I knew it sounded ridiculous. It still sounded ridiculous to me and I saw it happen. "Why is it so hard for you to just believe me?"

  "Because it's not medically possible. Zombies are not real. They were created for movies."

  "That may have been true at one point, but it is happening. My sister doesn't go around just biting people; especially when a doctor declared her dead."

  "He must have made a mistake. That happens from time to time."

  "A mistake? I don't think so." I glanced over my shoulder and a small bubble of fear crept up in my belly as a woman holding her shoulder. I could see her light blue uniform turning red from the blood.

  "Emma, I know you're upset because of your sister, but you have to be rational. Zombies don't exist."

  "You are such a frustrating man!" I shouted at him. "How do you explain all of that?"

  "You're impossible. At least you think impossibly."

  "Come on." I grabbed his soft hand and dragged him to the small room.

  "I don't understand what this is going to prove," he protested but followed.

  "It's going to prove that I'm right." We huddled right outside the room until the last two nurses shut off all the equipment and vacated. The silence was unsettling.

  One of her arms hung off the stretcher; blood trickling down her fingers splashing onto the floor. We stood beside the bed and waited. Rose took forever to turn. Nathan pursed his lips and kept his blue eyes trained on the unmoving body just inches from us. His blonde hair was a tousled mess, probably from constantly running his hands through it. His scrubs were disheveled and possibly blue under all the blood, and he kept yawning.

  "I see nothing but a dead nurse," he snapped rubbing his eyes.

  "Just wait."

  "I don't have time to wait. I now have a ton of paperwork and need to figure out how to tell this woman's family that even though she came to work she's dead." He turned to the sink running water over his blood-soaked hands and arms. I watched, hypnotized, as the red water ran down the drain.

  "How long have you been awake?" I asked quietly.

  "Um, I'm going on thirty hours. I think."

  "Wow." I handed him a towel to dry them off.

  "So, what's your name?" He glanced at me briefly.

  "Detective Emma Taylor."

  "Well Detective Emma Taylor, why do you think something is going to happen? Honestly."

  "It happened to my sister not long ago," I mumbled biting my quivering lip.

  "I see. Well this has been some night." He smiled meekly at me.

  "I believe it's daytime now."

  "Yes, I suppose it is. Well then this has been the most interesting morning I've had in the ED in a very long time. I guess I have you and your undead sister to thank for it." He shook his head and licked his lips.

  Asshole doesn't believe me. Then I noticed it. Her fingers twitched, and her eye lids fluttered.

  "It's about to get even more interesting, doctor." I nodded toward the reawakening nurse.

  Nathan's eyes popped. At first, he squinted to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. He wasn't. The woman's hands and legs moved a little bit. Just twitches every now and then. Her head began to loll back and forth, followed by the low growling and moaning. My heart leapt to my throat and my stomach did somersaults.

  He looked at me with a mixture of fear and bewilderment. "What the fuck is going on?"

  I shrugged my shoulders. "Hell, if I know. That exact same thing happened to my sister."

  He spun around and grabbed a caddy of different colored tubes, needles, and blue bands.

  "What are you doing?" I watched as he tied off her upper arm with the band and rubbed the center of her elbow.

  "Getting blood."

  "Why?"

  "So, I can take it to the lab and see what's in it turning people into those things before this shit gets even crazier." He leaned over the woman jabbing her arm with a needle letting a few tubes fill up with her blood.

  Once there were six or seven tubes he backed up. She was a super pissed off undead. Her milky eyes stared at him, her foaming mouth snapped, and she wrenched at the restraints trying to free herself. Rose wanted to eat Nathan's face off.

  "I don't think she likes you." I bumped into a wall trying to get further away from her.

  "She never liked me." He grimaced heading for the doorway.

  "What happens now?" I watched the undead woman rock the light stretcher back and forth.

  "Uh we need to get a security guard and get out of here." He grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the spectacle.

  "We have to stop her."

  "How?" Nathan asked.

  "The same way you do in the movies I guess."

  He closed his eyes and shook his head vehemently. "I'm not killing anyone."

  "Is it killing someone if they're already dead?" I asked.

  "It goes against everything in me. I took the Hippocratic oath. I'm not killing her."

  I pulled the knife I always kept on me out of its sheath. "You don't have to."

  "You can't!"

  "I can, and I am."

  The emergency department turned into a mad house. Nurses and doctors rushed around. Nobody knew what they were doing or what happened. I ran back to the small room, blade in hand. The old security guard we'd told about the problem stood there with his hands grasping the hole where his throat used to be. Nathan gasped and vomited all over the floor. I ran into the room and plunged the blade deep into the side of the man's head. He sank to the floor, blood still spurting from the wound. Rose rocked the stretcher back and forth, blood covering her face and flesh stuck in her teeth. I jammed the the knife into her forehead. Her fighting ceased immediately. Pulling the blade out, I wiped it on the blanket that covered the woman. Nathan grabbed my hand and pulled me through the mass of people toward the front doors. Before we were out of the area I heard a crash, a heart-stopping snarl, and ear-piercing screams. It wasn't over. Not even close.

  "I think there's a problem."

  "I heard. We need to get out of here now." He yanked me toward an elevator, the tubes of blood in his other hand.