• The Darkest Hour
    Don't read if you're easily grossed out... by words. Hah.

    Originally written March 5th, 2009
    Here We Go!

    10:44 pm MST August 19th, 2012

    The ambulance used to carry Cox to the hospital crashed into a tree because of the thick fog and snow that began no more then two minutes after leaving the scene. The medics had called the hospital to try and get a different ambulance out to help Cox, but the weather was horrendous and they said that it would be at least a few hours. They were watching Cox and giving him morphine to try and ease his pain. He continued to scream and wrestle with the locks that had been placed on his wrists. They hooked him to a heart rate machine, and all seemed to be normal. But Cox’s breathing began to slow, and his struggling began to weaken after time as the infection began to take over. He reached out for something to grab as he took his last breath. His heart stopped, and his body was completely still. The medics looked, switching between the flat line on the heart monitor and each other, with water beginning to form in the pit of their eyes. They got out a sheet to cover the corpse, but a sudden beep startled them. They looked back at the machine as his heart began to beat again. Their eyes widened. After only a second, it reached 200 beats per minute. Cox’s body shot up, staring wild-eyed at the medics and thrusting out of the constraints he had been placed in, which were much easier to remove this time around. The medics backed away, and one went for the driver seat of the ambulance for protection, as they all pondered what exactly was taking place. Cox leaped out of the cab and his teeth latched onto one of the medic’s neck. The medic attempted to scream, but only gurgled as blood poured from her mouth. Her body fell limply to the floor, landing in a pool of blood, and Cox knelt over her, ripping at her stomach and head with his teeth and claws. The other two medics ran down the street at an inhuman speed, only capable through the adrenaline and fear within them, screaming and looking for anything to take them to safety. After Cox finished consuming the internal organs of the medic, he took off toward the other two medics. They luckily were out of Cox’s range of view, but the direction that he ran was directly toward a city. He was only a few miles away. The medic who had been attacked, after a moment of spitting blood onto the pavement and twitching, died, but rose again no more then 3 minutes after, and followed in Cox’s footsteps. The blood that had been pouring from her mouth had dried, and her eyes shot open, staring into the darkness of the night, with a new hunger for flesh.