TITLE: The Infected
GENRE: YA Literary Fantasy
I walked slowly, trying to be quiet but my footsteps echoed out. The hallway was dark so I relied completely on the flickering beam from my dying flashlight, which left plenty of shadows for monsters to hide in.
I hated it when we split up like this, but we needed to search the hospital quickly and we all knew this would be the fastest way.
There was an unfamiliar bend in the hallway and I froze when I heard scratching from around the corner.
Davis would have ordered me to turn off my light, but I couldn't. The sound came closer and an empty can rolled into view.
My hand was shaking as I pulled out my knife. I wasn't going to fight, but it was better to be ready. I froze when I saw two little beady eyes come into view.
The rat scurried over to the can and continued to chew on whatever was inside.
I let out the breath I had been holding and allowed myself to lean against the wall. At one point in my life, I had been terrified of rodents. But now, they were the least of my worries.
"You scared me..." I whispered when I saw the pale hand reach out to him. Before he could even react, the deformed fingers wrapped themselves around him and pulled him back into the darkness. He screeched before I heard the sickening sound of bones crunching.
No longer caring how loud I was, I fled back down the hall.