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  My hearts skips a beat.

  “What do you mean?” I ask,.

  “They are making an army of the dead,” He states. “They call them Creetions.”

  “Creetions?' I question in my mind.

  I glance around the room.

  “No not them. The women only carry the infection,” He states. “The children they house are the infected. The women will either be destroyed or used again.”

  I glance down at my stomach and rub my belly gently.

  “Yes that baby to,” He states.

  Gently he rests his hand on mine.

  “I need to get you out of here,” He states. “And then I will come for you.”

  “Why can’t you go now?” I ask. “Please just come with me.”

  “I can’t yet,” he answers. “They have the only antidote that has been successful in counteracting the virus. They have it locked up in a room that is guarded at all times, but I have came up with a plan to get it tonight.”

  David gently removes the IV from my arm.

  “Why can’t you give them the antidote also?” I ask glancing around at all the women.

  “At this moment there is...

  David’s explanation is interrupted by the sounds of the men on the ground as they move around.

  “They have been infected.” David states in a heightened tone of freight.

  I glance down and see that the once lifeless men are now moving around.

  “What do you mean?” I ask.

  “You infected them… He begins.

  “What do you mean I infected them?” I ask. “How did I infect them?”

  “You fed them the virus that streams through your veins. The poison in a sense kills them, then brings them back from the dead, Strong and hungry for flesh,” He explains.

  Without thinking twice about what must be done, David aims his gun and one by one shoots them in the head.

  I'm stunned by the sudden act.

  An alarm, louder than before overtakes the entire area as the lights in the room flicker.

  “They are coming! Now shoot me and run!” he states placing the gun in my hand.

  There is no time to argue. If what he has stated is the truth my baby will be used to kill others and I will be of no use to them and be destroyed or chosen to go through this horror again. I need to escape! Freighted I do as told. I aim the gun toward his shoulder, close my eyes and shoot. David falls to the floor.

  “Run!” he screams.

  I leap from the bed and glance around.

  “Where do I go!” I scream out.

  David points to the right. “Leave through the double doors,” He screams.

  Chapter Four

  Knowing that any moment the room will be overcome by others I sprint toward the direction that David had suggested.

  “Hurry!,” I scream in my mind.

  There are two sets of doors, one at either end of the long wall. As I reach the first set I pull on the handles. The door is locked. I run toward the second set of doors, but quickly stop.

  I can hear the army of men running toward the building as their boots pound on the pavement outside. It will be merely seconds before they enter the room. I will not have time to reach the other set of doors. I must find a place to hide.

  Doing the only thing I can think of I dive under the closest bed. My stomach hits the floor with such force that a pain shoots through my belly button. There is no time to worry about the pain, I must hold in any tears and remain silent.

  Within seconds the sounds of the alarm is silenced and overtaken by many men. After realizing that I am no longer strapped to my bed some of the men have been ordered to search for me, others are ordered to remain in the room and tend with the mess that I have left behind.

  If I stay here I will be seen. I must find a place to hide; somewhere that I can stay for the night or possibly a few nights.

  “There must be a place that no one will think of looking for me,” I think to myself, scanning the room from underneath the bed.

  After a quick search I spot what appears to be a metal medicine cabinet that I can possibly hide behind. It is not the best place to hide but it is close to the double doors in case I must run. I glance around and once I feel that no one is looking my way I crawl over to the cabinet and duck behind it.

  “Open the door,” I think to myself. “If it is empty you might be able to fit inside.

  Quietly I open the metal door. It squeaks but with the ruckus going on in the front of the room the sound goes unnoticed.

  The cabinet is empty but the area inside is small. It will be hard to get my entire body in there but I have no choice I must try. Lying on my back I put my feet in first and then try to maneuver the rest of my body in. A pain shoots through my stomach. Afraid that I will hurt the baby I stop and pull my legs back out.

  “You can not give up,” I think in my mind.

  After adjusting myself I crawl in head first, lie on my side and scoot back toward the far panel until my back is resting against the metal. With a lot of determination I get my entire body in but in order to close the door I will have to hold my stomach in with one of my hands.

  “Has anyone seen her?” I hear someone ask.

  By the sounds of their voice I can tell that there are now at least four men talking all of which are standing near to the metal cabinet. If they were to walk to the back side they would see the door open and could possibly see me. I have to close the door and I need to do it quickly and quietly.

  Ensuring that I do not make a noise I use my free hand to try and close the door. The door screeches. I stop.

  “What was that?” One of the men asks.

  Silence overcomes the area. My heart flutters. If they figure out that I am hiding in here, all my efforts will have been futile.

  “I didn’t hear anything,” The others answer.

  “I could have sworn I heard something like a metal door closing or something being scrapped across metal,” The man continues. “Kind of like this.”

  The man takes an object from the top of the table and scratches across the side of the cabinet.

  “No, I didn’t hear anything like that,” One conveys.

  The man continues to mimic the sound.

  “Do it now!” I think to myself.

  Just as the man scrapes the side of the cabinet door I take the chance and close the door. It is impossible to distinguish the sound he is making and the door shutting. I feel safer now.

  “You can keep making that noise all day buddy but none of us heard it,” One of the men states, becoming annoyed.

  “Maybe we should check it out,” The man states insisting that they look further into the mystery. “Maybe she is hiding in here.” He taps on top of the cabinet. “They have not been able to find her, maybe she is in one of these cabinets.”

  The men laugh.

  “Dude, do you really think a pregnant woman can fit in one of these?” One of the men ask laughing. “I couldn’t imagine a pregnant woman fitting in a small cabinet, not being as far along as she is.”

  The man is correct. Although I had managed to get in here I can not move and find it hard to breath. If it wasn’t for me holding my belly in I would never have gotten in here.

  “I think our best bet is to continue with the search outside,” He continues. “I bet she escaped through the north door. You know these idiots; they never lock that door.”

  David had been wrong about which door was always kept unlocked. I take in a deep breath and sigh. If he had been correct I could be outside and in a better hiding place.

  “I don’t know how long I can stay in here,” I think to myself.

  Every muscle in body is cramping, my legs are throbbing and my stomach is hurting. It has only been about ten minutes so hiding in here was not a good idea after all. I fear that any moment I will have to give in to the pain and adjust my body.

  “How long are you guys going to stand there and talk?” I whisper; my words intended for th
e men standing next to the cabinet.

  With every second that passes I become more agitated. I want them to leave so I can try to adjust my position and get more comfortable or possibly make my way to another hiding spot.

  Remaining silent, I listen to the men that continue to talk. They are discussing what will happen to the woman and babies.

  The doctors will do a massive amount of Cesarean sections tonight and by the way they are speaking it will be done in such a manner that the woman's health will not be a concern. The most important aspect of the experiment is to get the babies out of the wombs so that they may continue to grow and become the army that they so desire.

  My stomach sickens as they continue to talk. It is obvious that they have no compassion for the babies and the women that they are about to destroy.

  “Oh shit!” I scream in my head.

  The cabinet moves and I am uncertain as to why.

  “The others are out looking for the one that escaped so I need your help in getting the last dosage ready,” A woman states. “The last dosage has to be administered in each and every one of these ladies stomachs. Now that so many of the workers are out searching for that one who escaped I need all the help I can get.”

  The cabinet moves again. The corner of the door catches the pant-leg of one of the people and opens slightly. A rush of cold air enters the inside of the cabinet.

  “The medicine is in this cabinet,” She continues.

  I get a glimpse of the tips of her fingers as she grabs the door.

  This is it, I will be found!

  “Are you talking about E51?” One of the men asks.

  “Yes,” She answers, pulling the door open a slightly further.

  Light from the bright room enters the cabinet, blinding me for a brief second. If someone were to look down they would see that I am hiding inside.

  “Please don’t look in here,” I whisper.

  My heart beats rapidly.

  “I moved that medicine earlier,” A man states. “I was told to put it over there because they decided to do the last injection intravenously in case anything goes wrong.”

  “No they are still going to do it manually,” She states. “So we need to get it prepared.”

  The sound of footsteps fade as the group of people follow the woman to their new destination.

  “Now what am I going to do?” I think to myself. “David was wrong. They will not be injecting the medicine through the IV’s so he will not be able to do as planned and I will remain stuck in this cabinet.”

  Disgusted, I shake my head. “You can do this…you have to do this,” I think in my head.

  The cabinet is now facing the hospital beds and the door has been slightly left open. I can see much of the room so I fear that at any moment someone will notice me. I slowly adjust my body so that I can lean my head further in the cabinet in hopes that the shadow that remains inside will hide my face.

  “Please keep me hidden from these horrible people,” I pray.

  What seems like hours pass as I lie cramped in the confined area watching the people in the room. More workers come in and prepare each area for the last does of drugs they will inject the women with. Each bed is now set up with a table beside it. The tables containing a syringe with E51 and other items needed to perform the operations.

  I want to leap out of the cabinet and beg everyone not to harm the women and their babies, but I dare not. If I were to be found my fate would be as theirs.

  “Everything is ready,” The woman states over the intercom.

  Within minutes more people arrive and take their place. From where I lie there appears to be at least two hundred people within the room, two people per two beds. An alarm goes off. It is loud but not as loud as other I have heard. The siren stops and each of the workers plunges a syringe into each of the mothers stomachs and injects the virus.

  Instantly the woman wake from their coma and growl. Their teeth protruding out from their mouths like an wild animal, it is obvious that the serum that they have just been fed is causing the women horrific pain. A white foam escapes from their mouth as they continue to bite at anything that comes near them.

  “I wish they would stop hurting them!” I cry out to myself.

  The women continue to fight as the serum runs threw their blood, many of which struggle to the point that their restraints cause large gashes in their arms and legs. Blood soaks the sheets as the leather continues to rip through their skin.

  The site is terrifying.

  The people preparing the women are uncaring. I wonder to myself how someone could be so heartless. They continue to watch over the women until the women are no longer growling. The room is silent, but only for a second.

  “Now what are they doing?” I question to myself.

  I watch in horror as the nurses and doctors slice into the woman's stomach with scalpels. Instantly the women scream out. They have not put the women to sleep nor sedated them in any way during the Cesarean sections.

  Most of the women scream in horrific pain but their pleas are only heard for a few seconds before they fade into unconsciousness, whereas others continue to be awake during the entire operation.

  The doctors dig into the women stomachs with their hands and rip the babies from their wombs. They could care less if they are killing any of the women. A slight scream escapes from within me.

  A nurse turns and looks my direction. She has heard me but to my delight she has not see me. She turns and continues to help the doctor remove the baby from the mother womb, clean it and place it on a small metal bed. Without closing the woman's surgical incision properly they walk over to the next bed and use the same instruments they used previously.

  “If these women do not die from the shock of being operated on they will surely die from an infection,” I think to myself.

  I can't help but cry. Not only have they killed so many women but I could have been one of them. My emotions quickly become overwhelming. Tears fill my eyes and stream down my face

  “You need to calm down,” I think to myself, afraid that at any moment my sobbing will be heard.

  With as many people that are working it takes less than an hour to perform all the operations. It baffles me where they found so many people that would perform such a heartless acts.

  The room silent now, not even a baby is crying. I become frightened that they are all dead. I lean slightly forward trying to get a better look in one of the cribs. The baby appears to be much larger than an average newborn and his flesh has a Grey hue about it. The baby moves. He is alive!

  “I have never seen a baby with that color flesh,” I think to myself. “Poor little thing must be sick.”

  I continue to watch as the workers wheel the babies and mothers out of the room. They now have the double doors open allowing for the workers to move freely in and out of the room.

  They continue to take the women and their babies out two at a time until not a person remains.

  As the last person leaves they turn the lights off and close the doors. The room is dark with only a dim light shining from beneath the double doors. I can see only a few feet in front of me. I wait a bit longer and once I feel that it is safe I crawl out of the cabinet.

  “I need to find a place that I can hide until I am sure that no one will return,” I whisper to myself.

  I stretch my muscles to relieve some of the tension and then quickly make my way over to the bed I once occupied. There is still blood on the bed and the men that had been shot remain laying on the floor. Their brain matter scattered around them is mixed with the blood that had spewed from their guns wounds to the head. The mixture is disgusting to look. Now more than ever I am certain that they are still looking for me; if they had not taken the time to remove the men before this, I am confident that they will not be returning to do so. Ignoring the disgusting mess I crawl under the bed and scoot myself to where the sheets hang over the bed. If someone were to walk in they would not see me right away.

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p; “I will wait an hour or so then try to find a way out,” I think to myself.

  I lean against the back wall and relax as best I can.

  Chapter Five

  Another hour passes and the room remains silent and by the lack of sound in the room it appears that no one has returned. I peek out from underneath the bed. There seems to be no one in the room except for the men that remain dead on the floor.

  “This might be my only chance,” I think in my mind. “I am sure they will not leave these men in here very much longer, the rotting carcasses will start smelling.”

  Cautiously I raise up and peek over a wall that separates a long row of beds. I glance around. The room is as I believed it to be…empty. There are three sets of doors in this room, one if which I had not seen before and the other the doors that the women and babies were brought through.

  Keeping out of site of anyone that may come in, I make my way to the double doors that I believe lead to the outside. The small windows are covered with a black film making it impossible to see what is beyond the doors.

  As I open the door my eyes are blinded by the bright light. At first glance the brilliance of the light makes it difficult to deceiver if it is day or night, but after looking up and seeing the bright lights shining from the light-poles I realize that it remains nighttime. Afraid that the workers are still looking for me I run as fast as my legs will carry me, all the while trying to stay in the shadows so that I am not immediately seen.

  The brightness of the lights make it impossible to stay hidden for more than a few seconds at a time. I know it has only been minutes since my escape but being alone and uncertain to where I am and where I am going makes it feel like hours.

  “David said go east,” I whisper to myself, resting against a darkened wall.

  I look around. Rows of building line a large dirt path. At first it appears that this road in the only road through the compound, but after a few minutes of studying my surrounding I notice that there are several smaller ones that stream off of it.

  “Which way is east?” I question myself.