When You're Strange

Take a left then a right.
    No.
      Stop.
         Wait.



 The thumping of your heart as it pounded endlessly at your chest as you try to run down every hallway just to hide. You won't look down at your body you are to horrified with what you already know you look like. Your left are disfigured and disgusting. It is using some liquids and missing skin peeling back to expose the muscle as blood tries to leak it's way out every once in a while. Your left leg is in a similar state as well as about a good portion of the right side of your face and right eye. You can use them perfectly well and have no pain what so ever in them which you can't tell if that frightfulness or amazement you feel more. The hospital that you have found yourself in some how is so messed up it's not even funny. Half of the building is living the other half is dead. Well... correction... the undead. And no lie the hospital is split in half to divided the two apart.

   And you?
         Welp you are stuck in the middle. Half dead and half alive. Bluh... you think you're going to get sick again at the very thought of your bodies state.  Smacking into another undead by accident you freeze backing away slowly as you try to not scream. It turns to you it's dead eyes boring into your very soul.
 
     "Waaattttcccchhhh....    weeeerrrre yooooouuuu'rrreeee going..." it moans almost whispering to you turning back around and walking- limping-groaning away. You're shaking in absolute fear now. You don't think you can take much more of this. You run up to the roof of this half of the hospital only to almost vomit at the sit of some unfortunate fellow undead ending their miserable life themselves as they throw their broken bodies over the side. Quickly turning to the wall next to the entrance door to the roof you dry heave you feel a panic attack coming on and fast. Shaking so hard now that your teeth clatter against one another you slowly make your way back down to try and make it to the living half of the hospital. Well trying to keep away from as many wandering undead as you can. They don't seem to bother you much if anything they just look at you weirdly and mumble something or another and go back to wandering where ever they seem to have been going.
       In tears shaking like a leaf in a full blown panic attacked state you've made it to the living half of the hospital and diving under many surgical beds that you can find to hide from the living. You already made the mistake once to show yourself to a completely normal living human being and you nearly got your head chopped off by a surgical knife. Not wanting to repeat such an incident you are now hiding in an abandoned hospital room in the dark huddling and weeping quietly in the corner hoping no one is going to walk in accidentally. Glancing at the door every second you think you hear something you aren't to sure if you want to try and stay here or go back to the undead side where they at least didn't try to kill you if they looked at you. The door rattles as someone tries to unlock the door. You hear yelling and voices and russaling and then the door is broken down. Cowarding int he door trying to make yourself as small as possible all you can manige out is, "P-p-p-please! St-St-Stay b-b-b-b-back! I don't want t-t-t-to hurt you!" you have your arms out in a hopfully non-threating manner but they only look at you in horror. One very large very terrifyingly muscular woman goes to aproach you with a look that says 'I'm not fucking around girly girl'.
  Tingle. ZING.
   Your arm starts to act weird twitting every which way like a rabbed dog on the hunt. "Oh. God. P-P-P-Please miss!!! D-D-Don't come any closer!!" You try again and she doesn't listen. You are take a sicking sniker snak noise and pop goes her head. A ear piercing scream is let out from your voice and echos through the entire building calling hundred of zombies to your defense but all you can do is scream and hold onto the woman's lifeless decapitated head. Staring into her soul and all you can think while your voice grows horse and tired is, 'When you're strange things always look sour.'