The corridor churned with blinking lights
November 08, 2001
As I slowly crept down that corridor, I could hear something around the corner. A slow muttering, almost inaudible, broke the silence of the flashing displays and computer terminals. I clutched onto my beretta tightly for I would be using it soon. I knew it. I held my breath as I backed up to the wall. Quickly! Check behind you! Good. Good, none of those damn walking corpses had snuck up. The one around the corner must be alone… hopefully. Shit! It heard me! The walking corpse limped around the corner and was quickly rushing towards me with a rusty looking pipe held in an attack position. With less than 3 meters between us, I quickly took aim and pulled the trigger. The bullet burned through its chest like a hot poker in a pile of flaming coals. The creature yelped an inhuman screech, tumbling backwards in the process. It dropped the pipe and when it fell to the metal grid floor, it gave off a loud clang. Shit! Others will have heard the clang and they’ll be here soon. I have to move fast. The creature, now writhing in pain from the gun wound, started to communicate with me. “Killlll me… killlll me….” I didn’t understand. Just a few seconds ago, this beast of a man was going to bash my head in. Now it’s asking me to kill it. I pitied the thing. I knew he didn’t want to become what he had become. It’s those damn monsters! They killed all of them. Whatever humanity this man still possessed was taken from him and now was oozing out of the tube-like thing poking out of his neck. I symphathized with this man, most likely a tech from engineering. I moved closer to him, pointed my gun to his head, and pulled the trigger. On his blood stained uniform was a tag with his name on it. Rest now Gary, you’re human again.
Sometimes we need to lose to be able to win.
