My story p3

The sickness

The iron door smashed and banged as the locked rattled side to side, my eyes widened. Large craters popped in the door dent by dent the noise got louder and louder. I took an uneasy breath as my back hit the stone wall. My hands grated up the cold brick as I was grew scareder in the small room filled with hospital supplies, Not the best for someone that claustrophobic.  

The metal finally gave and tore like tissue, a fearsome hand flew in the small shredded hole. Black long claws scratched around the the inside of the hole peeled back metal like the infected hand had a minde of its own. I slowly trebled over to the emergency axe embedded in glass, not taking my eye off the blistered hand. I slid the glass across the red box and picked up the axe. The red tip flashed as the light shone vividly. SMASH! the door flew to the other side of the room, one leg after another I drew closer to the hunched backed abomination That was unleashing a ear ringing scream.

I drew the smooth wood handle of the axe above my head . The giant demon Shouted at the ceiling as the axe drove into his shoulder, Purple goo flew everywhere I let go of the axe and stumbled back but still keeping balance. He reached over to his wound and retrieved the axe with a roar, blood flew in the air. I lunged forward kicking his muscled chest  he bent over with a roar. I sprinted out the gap in doorway, my green sneakers clapped along the cracked corridor. I flicked my head around to see the giant figure charging after me like a gorilla tipping over trays and medical equipment as his body squeezed through the corridor. I bust into the two white doors at the end of the darkened hall. The sun was blinding, I raised my hand above my head squinting at the sky.

I could hear the bleared thumping of him charging like a bull.The street was in chaos cars flipped over people running screams echoed off the large building. SMASH! the doors behind me flew open; I swung my head around, and sunk into a low stance The massive demon raised his hand above his shrugged head.  He stopped for a minute in the pose like he was about to hammer a little nail. he stumbled forward crossing his legs, and collapsed on the concrete his head bounced. I realized there was a gory hole in his back pumping out blood like a fountain. I looked around curiously ignoring pandaemonium in the Moscow streets. There was a small figure silhouetting against the morning sun. My heart was pumping I didn't care what killed it, I was still lucky to be alive.

Many things were running through my head: Where do I go?, What do I do now?, What was that thing?. I only knew one thing, the city wasent safe.

I ran down Park lane dogging between parked cars and poles trying to ignore the sound of ripping flesh and dying screams. SREEEEAAACH!!! a blue pickup truck drifted to a stop infront of me the back left door swung open I jumped back in fright "Were heading to the country," A young man says "My uncles farm should be out of this maddens." he continued. Without hesitation I dived into the back seat. The car shot of out of the smoking city.

The old car pulled to a stop on the cracking gravel road. As the young man known as Rick opened the door he moaned loudly his uncle lay dead on his porch. Rick ran out to the red house, I stayed in the car.

I didn't want to make anything worse I gaze up to the rear vision mirror and saw a large swarm of charging figures I lunged out of the rolling in the dirt flicking small stones and dust as my shoes try to grip the ground like a race car doing burn-outs
"Phil get in the bunker!"
He looked up to see the swarming hell now 100 meters away 
"F**k!" He squealed. We scampered around the side of the house.
"There!" We stubbled to open the trap door. RAAWW One of the infected spun around the conner. A hand pulled my shoulder in to the darkness of the bunker.