A Man and his Tyrant

[rebelhealer]

A week after Anders took this job in Raccoon City, things went to hell. It had seemed like such a nice offer, him fresh out of medical school, ready to save lives, pay off that college tuition, and Raccoon City seemed like a nice place to start his career.

Then a man came in who claimed he'd been attacked by someone who bit him. Then more cases like that, of people attacking each other. Patients died overnight. Then the bodies in the morgue rose up and attacked the doctors. Then patients rose up before they could be taken to the morgue. Finally, the whole city broke out in pandemonium. The dead rising, swarming the city, people rushing to get out.

As he packed a small backpack full of food, and other supplies, Anders was suddenly very grateful that his apartment hadn't allowed pets, and he'd left Ser Pounce-a-lot with Delilah Howe in the next state over.

Once he was out of the apartment, he checked to make sure the coast was clear before heading out into the street. The bridge out of the city was a long ways away, especially on foot, and he could only hope that luck would be on his side as he walked at a brisk pace.

Comments

[t_00]

They didn't fully understand what the doctor meant, but they shouldn't need to. Humans talked constantly, and most of the time they simply let it flow by them, meaningless noise.

The outside was holding their attention instead. They followed every infected with their eyes, gauging if they would be a threat. They were beyond the quarantine line. Other guard posts must have failed, before the one they destroyed. Annoying. It would mean they would have to remain on the lookout for longer, until the area was sterilized.

But with the armored van and their continued vigilance, the doctor would remain safe.