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Not many people knew of the research department tucked away in a non-descript level of the hospital. It required specialized authorization to get in that just a small number of doctors and researchers had.
Even only a few members of the hospital’s IT team had ever been allowed into the research area and they were accompanied by security at all times as well.
Hospital administrators were constantly at odds with not just the internal auditors but the various research leaders regarding funding and just what the end results should be. Sometimes, it wasn’t just what would gain the hospital acclaim but what the public didn’t know about that made the hospital even more sought after.
The IT computer support team for the Regional Hospital was gathered in the nicely decorated spacious room they used for setting up new computers for use in the hospital. About a dozen work stations were arranged along the work bench built in a U shape on parts of three of the walls at one end of the room.
“Have you seen the new memo from HR? I know there a lot of questions so I’m going to tell you everything I know.” Fred Coertz said as he addressed the gathered group in the computer room. Fred’s demeanor was calm and he conducted himself with an even tempered attitude; he didn’t get too flustered or overly reactionary, which is why those who worked for him gave him their respect.
“You mean ‘they’ actually told anyone outside of their ivory tower even a snippet of truth?” scoffed Tonia. She was a very blunt and skeptical person who looked at things from a rather black and white point of view.
Others murmured in agreement.
“All right, I get it guys. I was skeptical too until they explained everything that happened down in Research.”
The group quieted down so Fred could continue.
“So what the deal is that the research team was doing experiments on keeping animals alive after they induced death. They were successful in doing that…”
Various whistles and gasps filled the room.
“You mean they freaking brought a dead animal back to life?” Robert asked.
“Yes. That is what started the human trials…” Fred added.
“What?” Tonia exclaimed with panic in her voice.
“Dead people brought back to life?” Tom said with disbelief.
Fred sighed deeply. “Yeah, they brought someone who had just died of cancer or something like that back to life but…”
He paused to look everyone in the eye.
“That person wasn’t exactly the same.”
“A real life ‘Walking Dead’ zombie, is that what you’re saying?” Mike replied.
“Well that wasn’t the end of it; the ‘person’ attacked one of the doctors and bit their neck – yeah just like on TV. They had a few security guards on hand that shot both the doctor and the patient in the head to kill them for good.” Fred replied.
“They hope!” exclaimed Tonia.
“Ok so let me get to the rest of it.” Fred continued. “The hospital has created several ‘Incident Response Teams’ to deal with any more occurrences of someone dead coming back to life.”
“What do you mean ‘more occurrences…” Frank asked suspiciously. He was the quiet one of the group, not one to cause waves.
“The hospital administrators have passed around to all departments a protocol that outlines what steps need to be taken if that happens. Everyone’s going to get a copy of this, so don’t worry if it’s too much to take in at this time.” Fred paused to read through the document again. “So the first thing that should happen – like the current emergency protocols – alert a supervisor, whether it’s me, Karen or whomever is nearby. The second thing is to monitor what is going on; is it just someone acting strange somehow, someone who is obviously sick or…”
“Or someone who’s turned into a zombie.” Frank said.
“That’s correct.” Fred replied, obviously getting a little emotional. “Look, I know this is like something out of a horror movie or TV show; but this is real, ok? I’m not BS’ing you guys.”
“Now, if the IRT determines the person is just maybe sick, they will administer a cocktail of various antibiotics and painkillers to help that person; then they’ll escort them to a secure area for continued monitoring. If the individual is obviously in the process of turning, they will attempt to restrain and secure them; administer what the IRT has called a ‘Dignified End’ which is a mercy killing.”
“How? What are they going to do to them?” Tonia asked.
“The IRT will use a tool they’ll have to puncture the brain through the person’s ear.”
“What about all the body fluids and stuff?” Someone asked.
“The IRT will use Haz-mat materials to soak up the fluids; blood, guts, etc. then quarantine that area and sterilize it.”
The mood in the room had become somber with the news. People fidgeted in their chairs or played with their phones.
Down the non-descript hallway painted a light beige color with various shades of browns and burgundy accent colors, behind the highly restricted security doors was the scene right out of a horror movie.
Lab tables were overturned, small and medium sized wire animal cages were scattered and covered in blood on the floor. Broken pieces of vials, test tubes and various other pieces of lab equipment littered almost every surface.
Broken overhead light fixtures buzzed and blinked on and off while recessed task-lighting fixtures provided the only reliable source of illumination; though the terrible sights visible were too disturbing to keep hidden even in the dark.
The bloody half eaten remains of what could have been a medium sized animal, maybe a dog or something covered the groaning figure of a man whose ruptured stomach revealed the rest of the animal.
He wasn’t quite alive but he certainly wasn’t dead – at least not in the typical sense of the word. His skin was dark gray and sagged off his body like it was two sizes too big for his skeleton. His fingertips were bloody and boney stumps from frequent gnawing; meanwhile his face was covered in multiple deep gashes most likely caused by the same boney fingertips.
He wore what looked like a blood smeared and tattered doctor’s coat with the hospital logo was still visible beneath the gore.
The man who was once esteemed microbiologist Dr. Henri Cornelius was now a ghastly ghoul of his former self.
Located on the top floor of what was commonly referred to as ‘the ivory tower’, the hospital’s administration offices were safely distanced from the everyday workings of the hospital, the six members of the controlling powers that be held a contentious meeting.
“This is utter chaos! Something has to be done immediately to contain this virus at all costs!” bellowed the CEO of the Regional Hospital Max Cheshire.
“We’re doing everything we can, Max; the IRTs are doing their jobs according to protocol.” Countered Robin Riley, executive VP over the research department.
“You can’t be serious, Robin. These incidents keep happening in various parts of the campus. It is NOT being contained!” John Archibauld, Director of Surgical Fellows rebuked them.
“The ECC still has eyes down there, Max. We’re continually tracking the movement of all suspicious individuals.” Robert Kilchildes spoke; he was the director of the Emergency Control Center – what the Hospital called its in house security group that monitored the security cameras located throughout the hospital. “We can then direct the IRTs to the specific location of an incident they need to investigate.”
“That’s all fine and good, Robert but what are we doing to stop this virus, plague – whatever people want to call it and get this disaster contained?” Max demanded.
Down in the ECC – the Environmental Control Center of the hospital, several teams comprised of three people each closely watched the two dozen 23” high definition monitors for signs of trouble. They contacted the various IRT group leaders with the locations they needed to check.
Most of the incidents were just more of the same – sick individuals that were either in the throes of succumbing to the hideous effects of the zombie virus or scenes where someone had turned and was either wandering aimlessly through the hallways or attacking an unfortunate victim.
“IRT 3, report in. This is the ECC, Ed report in.” said one of the people monitoring the screens showing the sub-basement hallway near the linen department.
“IRT 3 here, John; what do you have for us?” Ed Mason, the team lead for IRT 3.
“We got some shakers down near the linen department.” Shakers were individuals in the process of turning who shook with spasms as it happened. “Are you guys near there?” John Brox advised the team that Ed was in charge of.
“Yeah, we can get there in a few minutes. We just took two freaks to the clinic for a quick exit.”
“All right, make sure your gear is good to go. I think they’ll be turned any time now. Be careful Ed.” John said.
As Ed and his IRT 3 team cautiously made their way down the long hallway that led from the clinic – a converted storage room that now served as the location they took any zombies they could detain to be put to a quick and final death by puncturing their brain, the lights flickered on and off due to a recent power outage.
“All right boys and girls, keep your eyes and ears open – no telling if a shaker will come staggering out of nowhere.” Ed instructed his team.
Brandishing bright flashlights and plexiglass shields, the IRT members wore riot gear including front and back padded body armor, helmets, shoulder and arm fitted armor. They also sported knee pads, thigh and calf armor with heavy soled boots.
It didn’t take long before they reached the corner of the hallway and the heavy doors where the ECC had reported seeing two or three shakers.
“Hold up gang, I can hear something on the other side of the doors.” Ed said keeping his voice low. “Jack, shine your light between the doors and see if you can spot anything; but be careful!”
“Will do, boss.” Jack replied in a serious voice. He had seen one of his best friends attacked by the shakers and had to give him a quick exit.
The group kept a vigilant watch on all sides as Jack slowly approached the heavy doors. Jack paused as he noticed the right hand side door slowly moving as if something was pushing on it from the other side. He aimed his flashlight between the doors and was greeting by a shaker stumbling through falling to the floor.
“Watch out!” jack cried out.
“Dan, cover him!” Ed ordered keeping his voice calm and in charge, directing Dan to aim his light and weapon into the now half-way opened door while Jack could administer a ‘quick exit’ strike to the shaker, putting him out of his misery.
“We got two more coming this way, Ed.” Dan replied as he took up a defensive position on the doorway. “And these two ain’t just shakers!”
“Damn!” Ed exclaimed in a rare loss of composure. “All right, get this poor soul out of the way and get ready to take out the others as soon as they reach the door.”
Jack and Dan raised their automatic weapons keeping the lights aimed into the darkened doorway until the two zombies got to the door.
Two male figures with sunken features and snarling and gnashing their horrid mouths reached out their hands to shield their eyes from the bright lights. That was a curious reaction they hadn’t noticed before, thought Ed.
“Fire!” He said as Dan and Jack took aim at the zombies and with just a few quick head shots dropped them where they were.
“Boss!” called out Erin from behind them, “We got two or three more coming up from the South Tower hallway.
Ed quickly directed his team into position with Jack and Dan dragging the dead zombies off to one side while Erin and the others took flanking positions to light up the hallway.
Two male and one female zombies with recent injuries staggered towards the IRT. They each had ragged clothing stained dark with blood and multiple bite and chewed areas on their arms and legs.
“All right, let’s make this quick; we have to get this area cleaned up as best we can as soon as we can.” Ed mentioned as Erin and a couple others dropped the three approaching zombies with just a few efficient shots.