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Darren's eye's burst open, and he sat up quickly, but was jerked back onto the bed as though there were cords stuck into his body. He found that there were. Clear tubes, with liquid running through them. He ripped them out, the pain was only temporary. He got up, starke naked, his bloodshot eyes darting about, the world swirling about him. His vein's pulsed blue, red blood dripped from his just created wounds. God, he was thirsty.
He felt unstable as he ran out the door, and yet strong at the same time. His feet squeeked on the floor as he quickly hobbled along, his mouth gaping open and eyes rolling. A person! He ran to them, yelling. He needed something to drink! He held out his hands, clasping at them, screaming for a drink. The tendons in his hands tightened, his muscles clenched, his thirst must be quenched.
Darren's head exploded, showering the room with bits of body matter, and his lifeless body dropped to the floor with a thud. Blood from his neck oozed around the thick boots of the person, who held a smoking shotgun.
"Got another one!" called out the person, presumably to another, and then muttered to himself, "Freakin' zombies."
He felt unstable as he ran out the door, and yet strong at the same time. His feet squeeked on the floor as he quickly hobbled along, his mouth gaping open and eyes rolling. A person! He ran to them, yelling. He needed something to drink! He held out his hands, clasping at them, screaming for a drink. The tendons in his hands tightened, his muscles clenched, his thirst must be quenched.
Darren's head exploded, showering the room with bits of body matter, and his lifeless body dropped to the floor with a thud. Blood from his neck oozed around the thick boots of the person, who held a smoking shotgun.
"Got another one!" called out the person, presumably to another, and then muttered to himself, "Freakin' zombies."