Y Sunday, February 22, 2009
12:36 am
Another fucked Saturday. Great huh. Got ditched left and right, but ah hell, everyone moves on right? Can't blame 'em. If you don't stay with the people by doing the things they do, they'll leave you behind. Dad wasn't wrong.------
The van sped through the night. It was hilarious, at least to Kate, that the speed cameras were clicking away every so often. She glanced quickly to her left, concern crossing her face. Still haven't wake up.. Sure, she didn't like the guy, but he was the one who was getting them through this mess.
There was an occasional speed bump, which Kate knew wasn't a speed bump, but she liked to keep thinking that way. Though somehow, deep in her heart, that speed bump was once a living breathing person with family, with feelings, a life.
Too bad a conscience now would only get her killed.
Fortunately, the concentration of zombies in the highways were low. It wasn't surprising that it was areas with more populous areas that had larger amounts of the living dead. A cold shiver ran down Kate's spine as she thought of her destination - Old Changi Hospital. Old, abandoned. No zombies there, but she knew the rumours alright. Maybe, just maybe, something worse than all the walking dead lurked about in the dilapidated hospital.
On spying the right exit, Kate turned out of the highway and navigated towards the hospital. Reaching liao...
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If he ever had a need for painkillers, now was that time.
Ian awoke to sledgehammers in his skull and fire at his side. He groaned loudly and caught Kate's attention.
"Wake up already? Going to reach liao, awhile more." Kate said slowly, all her focus diverted to getting them to hospital in one piece.
"Ugh." was all Ian could manage. He wiped the blood off his sleeve, if he could call it blood. It was dark red and had a sticky, jelly-like feel to it. Great, zombie juice on my shirt. It dripped onto his open wound, and Ian froze for a second as his mind calculated the outcomes of such a phenomenon.
He exhaled in relief.
If he was vulnerable to whatever mutated these people, he'd have been one of them already. Somehow, by some stroke of luck, he was immune.
Ian took it back. Luck? Somehow he wasn't too sure about that.
The characteristic bright green sign painted with white words came into view, and Kate made the turn to Old Changi Hospital. Before long, the Restricted Area sign greeted them.
"Ooo, lookie, restricted territory. I'm in your countryz, stealin your seekretz." Ian chuckled.
Silence. Ian swore he had better comedic timing. Or maybe nothing was funny anymore.
He reloaded his empty pistol, and felt a tinge of paranoia on seeing his remaining ammo, and comparing it to the hordes of zombies he saw in Marine Parade.
It was the first time he had the leisure to examine his pistol. The cold, machined grip was oddly comfortable in his hands. It was a Beretta 92F. Odd how a Singaporean policeman would carry this. Ah well, I'm not complaining. The gun clicked as the empty magazine fell out, before happily accepting a fresh clip with a healthy clacking sound.
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They arrived at the hospital before long. Grunting with effort, Ian disembarked and cocked his gun, limping and beckoning Kate towards the entrance.
"I have no idea what's gonna be inside, so let's grab what we need and get out." Ian advised.
"I not the one that bai ka walk so slow." Kate replied scornfully.
"Whatever. Help me open the door." said Ian, obviously stung.
Pouting, Kate threw her weight behind the rusty, faded wall and it opened with a haunting creak echoing into the corridor.