Chapter 11
(Warning: This chapter contains scenes of brutal violence and course langauge)
Sam dodged himself around a stretcher, avoiding two vicious infected victims. One looked as though she might have been a visiting mother in a motif cachemire, paisley summer dress, the bourse, sac à main still clinging to her boney shoulder. The seconde victim was surgeon in blue Scrubs covered in blood and mucus from the open wound in his chest, though the mask in front of his face could hardly prevent the snapping of his jaws. Their bloodthirsty shrieks beckoned Sam, eyes a deathly glazed white.
Before the surgeon had time to jump...
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