Still Living

Chapter 1

"What should I do?", A woman asked.

"Lay him on the table!", The doctor told the woman.

A man, clothes stained of blood, was strapped down onto the table. He tried to bite the woman. She tried to strap him down. The doctor came over to him.

"I have never seen this before," he said, looking at the man.

The man was using all his strength to break free off the straps. He finally. He lunged at the doctor, biting his neck. The women screamed. More of those things ran into the room, attacking the women.

Soon enough, the whole hospital was flooded. They were running the streets now.

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All he could hear was the wind blowing. Ray Shultz opened his eyes. He looked around. He was in a bed. Ray sat up and loomed around more.

"Where am I?", He thought.

He kicked his legs off the dirty bed. Ray looked of where his head was laying. There was dry blood that was soaked in the pillow. He tilted his head. Ray saw a mirror in the room. He stood and went over to it.

Ray saw himself in the mirror. He was surprised of what he saw. There was a bite mark on his neck, dry blood surrounding it.

"What the....?", He thought as he picked at it.

He wasn't wearing a shirt. The dry blood went from his neck, past his left shoulder, and to his belly. He decided to clean himself off. He poked his head out of the door. Ray looked around to see if he could hear anyone. Just the wind he heard. He cautiously came out of the room.

The bathroom was just across from the bedroom. He made his way across the hallway. Ray opened the door. The bathroom looked nicer then the bedroom, it was still a little dusty.

Ray looked for a towel. There was one hanging on the wall. He grabbed it. He turn the faucet on. Water came down with a splash. He put the towel underneath the cold water. He dabbed the towel on his neck, working down to his belly. The blood dripped down as the water soaked it.

He dried himself off. Now Ray needed clean clothes. He hoped that the people who live here wouldn't mind if he borrowed their clothes. He went back into the room he woke up in.

Ray looked in the drawers. He found some dark gray sweatpants. He put it on him. He loomed in the closet. He found a blue sweater hanging on the racket. Ray took it off the hanger and put it on.

Now he had to worry about the bite on his neck. He slipped on the sneakers that was under the bed. Ray poked his head out the door again. He heard nothing. He wondered if the bedroom down the hall had anything that would hide the bite.

Ray walked to the door. He gripped the handle and turned it slowly. He heard a click, which meant it was open. He cracked it open and looked through the crack. He saw a bed stripped of the sheets. He opened the door all the way. There were baskets of clothes and piles of women and men shoes. The pillows were on the ground.

The closet door was wide open. Ray looked in the drawers. There was nothing. He looked in the closet. There was a dusty dress on a hanger. There was nothing else on the racket except for a few empty hangers. He opened the top dresser that was in the closet. Inside was a brown scarf. It was an infinity scarf. Ray pulled it out and cleared the dust off of it. He put it around his neck.

He looked in the mirror if the bite was hidden. It was. Then he looked at his hair. He found a hair brush. It was light green with teal bristles. He grabbed it. He brushed his dark brown hair. Ray looked outside. Leaves were browning.

"Looks like I have to wear a beanie or something," he thought.

There was no beanie in that bedroom or the bedroom he woke up in. He went down the hall and down stairs. He still stayed quiet. He could still hear the wind blow. He took a right and was in the kitchen. On the table to his right he saw a red beanie laying on the the table. He went over to pick it up.

Underneath the beanie was a camera with a flip screen with four batteries beside it. He picked it up. Ray studied it. He flipped open to the screen. The screen was shining blue with white letters in the middle.

"PLEASE INSERT BATTERIES TO RESTORE PICTURES," it said.

He looked at the batteries and inserted two. He put the other two in his pocket. He watched the screen. Then two seconds later, he saw two files. One said "pictures: 76" and the other one said "videos: 13." He wondered what these meant.

He decided to check them out later. He found a black back pack on the counter. He put the camera in it. He slipped it on. Ray didn't know where to go. He walked into the living room. The red velvet couch was dusty, and was slowly lossing it color. He saw a folded map on the dust filled glass coffee table.

Ray sat on couch. He opened up the map. It was the map of Florida. Miami was circled. Above Miami, it said "SAFE ZONE." He folded it back up and put it in his back pack.

Ray stood and walked towards the door. He had his hand on the bookshelf that was blocking the door when he heard a noise outside. He looked out the window. He saw a person limping on the front yard. The person turned. Ray was shocked at what he saw.

The man was pale, blood dripping from his mouth, and he had only one eye. Ray leaned on the wall next to the window. He went to the kitchen. He looked around for another way out. He spotted the back door. He looked out the window to see if was clear. It was. He pushed it out of the way. He grabbed the door knob and turned it. Bright light was shining in his eyes.