Thump. Thump. Is that my heartbeat or my footsteps? Exhaustion is starting to take over me. Help. Help me. I can hear them growling behind me, thirsting for my flesh and blood. Thirsty for my soul. Apparently the more souls they devour the more weary they get. Their faces now gaunt, sharp cheekbones and sunken eyes. Filthy nails scrape and grab, trying to get ahold of their prey. Their rotting feet drag them along the tiled floors of the hospital; what was once a place to regenerate and heal now has become a house of horror and death. And the undead.
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Green Figures
HorrorHarry is a surgeon at the ER. When he receives a patient with severe seizures due to a supposed brain tumour, he knows that he has to act fast. The heart monitor stops beeping. The patient's eyes flutter open. Let the apocalypse begin.
