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	It all happened so first. She was working in the ER of the largest trauma hospital. It was four hours into her shift, when the emergency room exploded with activity. Several ambulances arrived with various patients with severe bite wounds. Not animal wounds. Bite wounds. From a human. [i]What the fuck?[/i] The paramedic brought the first one into one of the Exam rooms but he was already flat-lining. It was a male in his early twenties. Walking briskly into ER Exam room 6, Sarah and two other nurses began CPR on the guy. Her hands squeezed together as she rhythmically continued compression pumps upon the young mans chest. Several minutes went by as she and the other nurses continued cardiopulmonary resuscitation but it wasn't working. She cursed silently to herself as the monitor continued the flat line warning The man stared blankly up at her, the eyes were glazed over. It was to late. The patient was dead. 

	She ceased her actions and unplugged the monitor. The hallway was overwhelming with activity. Nurses and patients were yelling. She ran into the hallway and watched in horror as a man attacked one of the doctors and bit him on the arm. A paramedic pulled the crazed man off of the doctor, and a policeman shot him in the chest. The shot rang out through the ER, and a brief moment of silence followed. The man that was shot directly in the chest lunged towards the nearest person, and the policeman shot again. People screamed. Sarah screamed as the man who barely faltered charged the policeman. A third shot rang out and the bullet barreled through the man's head. Blood splattered and the man finally fell to the ground.

	Someone grabbed her. It was her friend, Sasha, also a nurse. [b]"We have to get out of here!"[/b] Sasha pulled her down the hallway. This had to be a nightmare. She watched, fear gripping her chest, as more attacks occurred. Blood was everywhere, so much blood and many people were screaming. More gunshots. Just as she reached the end of the hallway, the patient who she had performed CPR on and died stumbled out of Exam Room 6 and reached out for her. [b]"Is that a fucking zombie??!!![/b] She turned and ran, following Sasha and several others who escaped out of one of the emergency exit further down the hall. As she reached her car, Sasha peeled out of the driveway in her Mustang, but Sarah glanced towards the hospital. Most of the activity was located outside of the ER. Several cops were firing at the entrance, and what appeared to be...zombies. She climbed into her 2014 silver Camaro SS and followed Sasha out of the back entrance and hauled ass.

	Traffic was crazy. At an intersection halfway to her apartment, someone slammed into her camaro. Her prized camaro. [i]No! Not my car![/i] In a slight haze, she climbed out of her car. After assessing herself, she sustained no injuries other than a minor cut on the side of her cheek. Blood oozed from the small wound, but she paid no attention to it. She grabbed her purse and backpack, and was about to approach the asshole that ran into her car, but he threw it in reverse and left. [b]"Thanks a lot asshole!!![/b] She walked to the passenger side and reached inside the broken window. Opening the glove box, she retrieved her 9mm handgun with the extra clip. Other than the wreck, the street was empty. Most of the chaos must still be back at the hospital. 

	Brown eyes glanced around and she spotted a bar. [i]Ah. What a perfect place to kill some time.[/i] She approached the bar cautiously. The door was open and it was completely empty. Shutting the door behind her, she briskly approached the bar and helped herself to the bottle of patron immediately taking a shot straight from the bottle. The burn was slow and good and exactly what she needed. Catching sight of herself in the mirror behind the bar, a soft gasp left her lips. Her scrubs were stained with blood. Blood that wasn't her own. Fear gripped her chest as the sudden realization of what just occurred hit her. She ran to the bathroom and stripped off her scrubs, wearing nothing but lace underwear and a white camisole over a matching lace bra. She began to wash the blood off her hands and her face as tears pooled in her bedroom eyes. Her worst nightmare was literally happening...

	Voices rose from outside the bathroom. She hastily got dressed into jeans and a blue tank top, leaving her her bloody scrubs in the trash. After making sure the safely was on, she concealed her handgun in the waistband of her jeans. Glancing at herself in the mirror, she hastily took another swig from the patron bottle, gathered her courage and walked out of the bathroom.

[b]"Hello everyone."[/b][/color]