I'll set this one up - Dr. Ply is a recent zombie victim. I wanted to try and be original so I wrote a bit from the point of the zombie. FEEDBACK!
Dr. Ply stood up.
He knocked away the two beings to his left and his right, before heading out of the first door he could see. He knew, for some reason, he had to get to the nurse’s station. But every step he took, every bone-cracking, rib moving step, made him lose his way. After ten steps, he had forgotten the nurses station all together, and just walked in the direction he felt like it.
He felt hungry. But he passed a snack machine on the corridor knowing full well it wasn’t confectionary that would satisfy him. His lurching gait became more frequent, almost like walking with a limp, and soon, he was gathering speed. He knew, at this speed, he would soon find some prey. And he did. A woman he almost recognised, wearing a uniform he knew he had seen before.
Despite this, the hunger inside him beat down the memories of before, and he sped up in his movement towards the nurse. He heard a scream, and then he was on the floor with the nurse in his grasp. He went for the throat, he went for the stomach, he went for the head, he went for every inch of flesh and muscle he could find.
The woman was still struggling underneath him, screaming something about a Dr. Ply going insane. Dr. Ply. Those words stirred something in his mind, but again, the hunger prevailed against the other thoughts.
The body of the woman became still underneath him, and he set to work on the abdomen. Instinct told him that his hunger could be best quenched from here. But the feeding frenzy was interrupted by shrill noises from his left. He turned, angry that he had been disturbed, and saw another woman, wearing an outfit identical to the other one.
His anger and hunger knew no bounds, so he leapt towards the noisy creature. He had leapt with all of his might, but missed the woman by a short distance. He saw that she was trying to escape, but he saw that the pointy things on her feet were slowing her down. He knew his new-found speed could easily help him to his next meal.
He had reached the woman in a matter of seconds, this time biting new areas such as the legs and arms, to see if any satisfaction lay within. He couldn’t find any there, so instead he went straight for the abdomen, which he knew was fruitful.
Strangly, this woman hadn’t stopped moving after he had torn into her stomach and opened the ribcage. She was still making the high-pitched wailing noise that had first alerted him to her. He remembered that going for the throat had made the other one quiet, so he did just that, and within seconds, his second prey was still. He gorged on her, and noticed that his first catch had risen to her feet, and was trying to walk, gaining speed in the way he just had. She was out of his eyeline almost instantly, but he knew she wouldn’t be any trouble.
After he had finished with his meal, he stood up. The hunger was still there. Eternal hunger, which had to be satisfied.
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Dr. Ply stood up.
He knocked away the two beings to his left and his right, before heading out of the first door he could see. He knew, for some reason, he had to get to the nurse’s station. But every step he took, every bone-cracking, rib moving step, made him lose his way. After ten steps, he had forgotten the nurses station all together, and just walked in the direction he felt like it.
He felt hungry. But he passed a snack machine on the corridor knowing full well it wasn’t confectionary that would satisfy him. His lurching gait became more frequent, almost like walking with a limp, and soon, he was gathering speed. He knew, at this speed, he would soon find some prey. And he did. A woman he almost recognised, wearing a uniform he knew he had seen before.
Despite this, the hunger inside him beat down the memories of before, and he sped up in his movement towards the nurse. He heard a scream, and then he was on the floor with the nurse in his grasp. He went for the throat, he went for the stomach, he went for the head, he went for every inch of flesh and muscle he could find.
The woman was still struggling underneath him, screaming something about a Dr. Ply going insane. Dr. Ply. Those words stirred something in his mind, but again, the hunger prevailed against the other thoughts.
The body of the woman became still underneath him, and he set to work on the abdomen. Instinct told him that his hunger could be best quenched from here. But the feeding frenzy was interrupted by shrill noises from his left. He turned, angry that he had been disturbed, and saw another woman, wearing an outfit identical to the other one.
His anger and hunger knew no bounds, so he leapt towards the noisy creature. He had leapt with all of his might, but missed the woman by a short distance. He saw that she was trying to escape, but he saw that the pointy things on her feet were slowing her down. He knew his new-found speed could easily help him to his next meal.
He had reached the woman in a matter of seconds, this time biting new areas such as the legs and arms, to see if any satisfaction lay within. He couldn’t find any there, so instead he went straight for the abdomen, which he knew was fruitful.
Strangly, this woman hadn’t stopped moving after he had torn into her stomach and opened the ribcage. She was still making the high-pitched wailing noise that had first alerted him to her. He remembered that going for the throat had made the other one quiet, so he did just that, and within seconds, his second prey was still. He gorged on her, and noticed that his first catch had risen to her feet, and was trying to walk, gaining speed in the way he just had. She was out of his eyeline almost instantly, but he knew she wouldn’t be any trouble.
After he had finished with his meal, he stood up. The hunger was still there. Eternal hunger, which had to be satisfied.