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The Last Patient
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The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror.
I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end.
I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror. The footsteps following me sounded closer. I had to get out of this nightmare.
I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end. There was only a door marked "Quarantine" and a window that was too high to reach. I looked around frantically for something to use as a weapon, but there was nothing.
The footsteps stopped behind me. I turned and faced my pursuer. It was Dr. Khan, the head of the hospital. He looked pale and sickly, his eyes bloodshot and his mouth twisted in a cruel smile.
"Hello, Mr. Ahmed," he said in a raspy voice. "You are the last patient in this hospital. The others have either died or escaped. But you won't get away so easily."
He raised a syringe in his hand, filled with a green liquid. "This is the virus that I created. It turns people into mindless zombies who obey my every command. I injected myself with it, and now I have the power to control them all. You will be my final experiment."
He lunged at me, trying to stab me with the syringe. I dodged his attack and kicked him in the stomach. He groaned and dropped the syringe. I picked it up and threw it out of the window, hoping it would break.
Dr. Khan screamed in rage and grabbed me by the throat. He lifted me off the ground and squeezed hard. I felt his nails digging into my flesh, his breath hot on my face.
"Let me go!" I choked out.
"Never!" he snarled. "You will die here with me!"
He tightened his grip, and I felt my vision fading. I struggled to free myself, but it was useless. He was too strong.
Suddenly, I heard a loud bang. The door behind us burst open, and two men in hazmat suits entered the room. They had guns in their hands.
"Freeze!" one of them shouted. "Drop the hostage!"
Dr. Khan ignored them and kept choking me.
"Shoot him!" the other one said.
They fired their guns, hitting Dr. Khan in the chest and head. He let go of me and fell to the floor, dead.
I gasped for air, coughing and wheezing. The men in hazmat suits rushed to my side and helped me up.
"Are you okay?" one of them asked.
"I think so," I said weakly.
"Who are you?" the other one asked.
"We are from the CDC," he said. "We came here to investigate the outbreak of a new virus that was reported by this hospital."
He looked at Dr. Khan's body and shook his head.
"It seems that he was behind it all," he said. "He was a mad scientist who wanted to create a zombie army."
He looked at me with sympathy.
"You are lucky to be alive," he said. "You are the last patient who survived this horror."
He led me out of the room, while his partner called for backup.
As we walked through the corridors, I saw the bodies of the other patients and staff who had been infected by Dr. Khan's virus. They were lying on the floor, their eyes blank and their mouths open.
I felt a shiver run down my spine.
I was the last patient, but I wished I wasn't.
© JR2k6
29sep23
The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror.
I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end.
I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror. The footsteps following me sounded closer. I had to get out of this nightmare.
I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end. There was only a door marked "Quarantine" and a window that was too high to reach. I looked around frantically for something to use as a weapon, but there was nothing.
The footsteps stopped behind me. I turned and faced my pursuer. It was Dr. Khan, the head of the hospital. He looked pale and sickly, his eyes bloodshot and his mouth twisted in a cruel smile.
"Hello, Mr. Ahmed," he said in a raspy voice. "You are the last patient in this hospital. The others have either died or escaped. But you won't get away so easily."
He raised a syringe in his hand, filled with a green liquid. "This is the virus that I created. It turns people into mindless zombies who obey my every command. I injected myself with it, and now I have the power to control them all. You will be my final experiment."
He lunged at me, trying to stab me with the syringe. I dodged his attack and kicked him in the stomach. He groaned and dropped the syringe. I picked it up and threw it out of the window, hoping it would break.
Dr. Khan screamed in rage and grabbed me by the throat. He lifted me off the ground and squeezed hard. I felt his nails digging into my flesh, his breath hot on my face.
"Let me go!" I choked out.
"Never!" he snarled. "You will die here with me!"
He tightened his grip, and I felt my vision fading. I struggled to free myself, but it was useless. He was too strong.
Suddenly, I heard a loud bang. The door behind us burst open, and two men in hazmat suits entered the room. They had guns in their hands.
"Freeze!" one of them shouted. "Drop the hostage!"
Dr. Khan ignored them and kept choking me.
"Shoot him!" the other one said.
They fired their guns, hitting Dr. Khan in the chest and head. He let go of me and fell to the floor, dead.
I gasped for air, coughing and wheezing. The men in hazmat suits rushed to my side and helped me up.
"Are you okay?" one of them asked.
"I think so," I said weakly.
"Who are you?" the other one asked.
"We are from the CDC," he said. "We came here to investigate the outbreak of a new virus that was reported by this hospital."
He looked at Dr. Khan's body and shook his head.
"It seems that he was behind it all," he said. "He was a mad scientist who wanted to create a zombie army."
He looked at me with sympathy.
"You are lucky to be alive," he said. "You are the last patient who survived this horror."
He led me out of the room, while his partner called for backup.
As we walked through the corridors, I saw the bodies of the other patients and staff who had been infected by Dr. Khan's virus. They were lying on the floor, their eyes blank and their mouths open.
I felt a shiver run down my spine.
I was the last patient, but I wished I wasn't.
© JR2k6
29sep23
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