Martin returned almost an hour later with Max’s fire ax, and my baseball bat, interrupting my thoughts. Someone from his group I didn’t recognize was accompanying him. The person was short and stocky. Wearing a patched up green scrub. Watching us through black glasses, as Martin handed our weapons back to us. Handing something small to Martin before leaving.
Shoving the small device into my hand, Martin said “This was part of the hospital’s intercom system at one time. It will act as a short range radio system if needed. Beth will accompany you on your search. She was a nurse here before the world went to hell. The children will follow me back to the common area, where they will be safe. Please be quick if you can and try not to put yourselves in unnecessary danger. Good luck,” turning around and leaving.
Beth gave Martin a slight glance watching us as Jillian and Jet slowly left the room. Letting Martin take the lead in the process. All of three of us watched them leave. I hoped Beth knew more than Martin since we were in her hands.
I said, “Lead the way, Beth.”
Beth stood there in silence for several minutes before speaking in a hushed tone, “We are going to have to stick together if we want to live. I think the area where the meds are was part of the forced quarantine when the government still had power. There should be a few biohazard suits a few doors down. We will need those suits on before we enter. I’ve heard whispers of why the government shut down parts of this hospital. If there is any truth to the rumors, this could go wrong quickly. Stay on alert if you can,” walking towards the door. Unholstering a pistol as she walked. “Try to stay in the middle of the corridors. Any locked or barricaded doors will remain that way,” taking her first step out the door.
In silence, we followed her. On a heightened state of alertness if anything either one of them said was true. Watching both the walls and floor for signs of recent movement. It gave me a sense of ease as we moved.
After about ten minutes of walking, we stopped at the end of a corridor with three doors. Two doors placed on both the left and right walls respectively. A set of double doors that led forward, had been sprayed with a large biohazard symbol spread over the doors. Along with the phrase “Keep out,” sprayed above and below the symbol in white. An ominous warning in graffiti.
Beth said “The biohazard suits should be behind the closet door on the left. Let us hope no-one took them in the panic of things.,” walking towards the door. Pistol raised at the door as a precaution. “One of you stand behind me, the other against the wall outside the door. Just be careful,” waiting for us to follow her instruction.
With long silent steps, Max took the wall against the door. Forcing me to take a spot behind Beth. Using her fingers to count to three we waited. Watching as she opened it on the count of three. Seeing a few decayed bodies, wrapped around each other. Both with a single bullet hole in the middle of their skulls. Decaying green smocks hid if they had any other injuries before they were killed. Any signs of who they were didn’t seem to be on them. Beth sighed some before entering the door. I wondered is she knew who they were. Doubtful I would be much help searching in that cramped space. I waited, leaning back into the wall some. Ten minutes passed before Beth walked out. Carrying three sealed bio-hazard suits, in bright yellow bags.
Ten minutes passed before Beth walked out. Carrying three sealed bio-hazard suits, in bright yellow bags. Whatever lurked past the graffitied door, I hope these would protect us. I had witnessed the early stages of this infection before. It wasn’t a pleasant sight.
Beth said “Will put these on each other. There should be gloves and a respirator built into the suit. Just be careful with them. I don’t know if we will have to use them again.”