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Portland, Maine
November 20th, 2018
What started as any other day was destined to end in something that no one had ever seen before. While the usual busy-bodies of the city did their day-to-day, they were all too backed up to realize just what was coming their way. A tidal wave of disaster, death, and ultimately, survival of the fittest. The day that so many conspiracy theorists had raved about, and so many clouded enthusiasts prayed for had finally arrived. It was one of those things that everyone humored, everyone discussed the 'what-if'.
It was never something that anyone expected to actually happen. It was never something that anyone was ever going to be truly prepared for, no matter how much they claimed to be. It would be the day entire cities fell. The lives people knew beforehand would quickly become distant - and strongly missed - memories. Some would be luckier than others, yes. Some would live longer. Some would get a stronger start, and in some cases that would be all some people needed to get by.
But then there's the others. The ones that aren't so lucky.
In times of chaos, there's three types of people.
The ones who cause it.
The ones who run away from it.
And finally, the ones who are left to drown in it.
...
Maine Medical Center, Portland, Maine
1:03PM
It all started around two hours ago. The ER was always a busy place - there were very rarely any exceptions to that. But today, things were exceptionally busy, and in some ways, a lot more bloody. The morning had had its usual pace, but something happened between then and now which caused an influx of men, women, and children. Obviously, the ones who were bleeding and had serious wounds were the ones who were brought through to be treated first.
Little did they know, this was a grave error.
Then there were the others, the misfortunates who had to sit there and wait while dozens more took priority over them. Some of them had fevers running sky high, others were delirious, others were practically non-stop vomiting, and there were the odd few who had suddenly lost the strength to do as much as move their legs. People like that were second priority - all of the incoming patients, with their given symptoms, were sent out all over the hospital to all different departments. All the seeds were being gradually planted, waiting patiently to explosively blossom and spread.
The ER was already getting to the point where people no longer had seats to sit on. People curled up on the floor against the wall, and the amount of people charging in just grew and grew. It was impossible to make progress; anyone who was treated and stabilized was replaced by five more people who needed the exact same treatment.
Staff who were off-duty were called in on the grounds of Red Alert. They needed all hands on deck.
By the time the afternoon hit, non-priority patients were being moved out of beds to make room for the incoming patients.
Doctor Lee Simpson was one pair of hands that was working hard to try and make sure everyone was accounted for. ER was chaos. There were no longer assigned roles - if you were available, you helped in whatever way you could. Systematics be damned.
"Doctor, we've got a woman just brought in, fever, unresponsive."
"We've got a man bleeding heavily. He was attacked and he's losing a lot of blood."
"There's a child that's just been brought in. Frequent seizures and unresponsive."
It all just felt endless. After an hour, it felt like he'd heard them all. How much worse could it get?
Everything was really put into perspective when a sobbing woman sprinted in through the doors, a young boy held in her arms. With no one else available, Lee dashed to her; the boy in question had blood pouring from his arm - or lack of, in fact. It was severed at the wrist; a rugged and violent tear, and clearly not a clean cut. The boy was unconscious, and no older than seven or eight at the most.
"Please, you have to help me." The woman begged. "Some maniac attacked my son. They attacked my son. Look what they did to my baby. Please, you have to help. Please."
Taken aback by complete shock, Lee could only nod. He held out his arms.
"Give him to me."
The woman didn't hesitate. A hand slipped around the back of the boy's neck and checked his pulse.
There was nothing. He was dead.
Even so, he couldn't say it. Not here, not now. He turned and he rushed, the distraught mother following in his footsteps.
"I need immediate trauma care now!" He busted in through a door and placed the boy down on a bed; he was immediately rushed by various other ER doctors who did all the checks necessary. They all knew there was no hope, though, and that was the worst part. Lee ducked out of the room to rush back to the people who were still waiting. When he arrived, the tone was immediately changed.
On one of the seats, a man held a girl even younger than the boy that was just rushed in. She was brought in earlier with a fever that was running high, but not critical. He saw the panicked look in the father's face as he shook the little girl's shoulders, trying to wake her.
"She's not breathing." The man yelled, barely able to breathe himself. Lee was just about to make his way to assist when he saw the young girl shoot up from where she was once lifelessly laying, and instead sinking her teeth straight into her father's throat. As soon as it happened, he ripped himself away, but it was no good. He clutched at his neck frantically and collapsed in the middle of the isle. His daughter only got up, though, and she climbed onto his back and...
Whatever happened there was out of sight from Lee, but, he heard the screams of the people surrounding them, and instead of deciding to sit around and wait, almost everyone got up and ran straight for the exit.
Only to clash with the dozens waiting to come in. It was a riot, essentially - but whatever happened to that girl? It started happening to a couple of others. That vacant and greyish look in their eyes, the pale skin, the rigid movement and twitches.
"Oh, shit." Lee gasped, and he spun back on himself and went back to the room where he took the boy. The mother was no longer in sight. "We've got a situation out here, we-".
He stopped upon opening the door. One of his staff members, a fellow doctor, laid dead on the ground, with the boy who was almost definitely dead only a few minutes beforehand knelt down on his chest, taking completely bites out of his face and chest.
Lee shut the door again, and he made one call that would haunt him for years to come.
He ran in the opposite direction of the ER, further into the hospital, unable to comprehend everything he had seen.
He abandoned his station - he had a feeling that if he didn't, it wouldn't be long before he ended up like that doctor.
Portland, Maine
November 20th, 2018
What started as any other day was destined to end in something that no one had ever seen before. While the usual busy-bodies of the city did their day-to-day, they were all too backed up to realize just what was coming their way. A tidal wave of disaster, death, and ultimately, survival of the fittest. The day that so many conspiracy theorists had raved about, and so many clouded enthusiasts prayed for had finally arrived. It was one of those things that everyone humored, everyone discussed the 'what-if'.
It was never something that anyone expected to actually happen. It was never something that anyone was ever going to be truly prepared for, no matter how much they claimed to be. It would be the day entire cities fell. The lives people knew beforehand would quickly become distant - and strongly missed - memories. Some would be luckier than others, yes. Some would live longer. Some would get a stronger start, and in some cases that would be all some people needed to get by.
But then there's the others. The ones that aren't so lucky.
In times of chaos, there's three types of people.
The ones who cause it.
The ones who run away from it.
And finally, the ones who are left to drown in it.
...
Maine Medical Center, Portland, Maine
1:03PM
It all started around two hours ago. The ER was always a busy place - there were very rarely any exceptions to that. But today, things were exceptionally busy, and in some ways, a lot more bloody. The morning had had its usual pace, but something happened between then and now which caused an influx of men, women, and children. Obviously, the ones who were bleeding and had serious wounds were the ones who were brought through to be treated first.
Little did they know, this was a grave error.
Then there were the others, the misfortunates who had to sit there and wait while dozens more took priority over them. Some of them had fevers running sky high, others were delirious, others were practically non-stop vomiting, and there were the odd few who had suddenly lost the strength to do as much as move their legs. People like that were second priority - all of the incoming patients, with their given symptoms, were sent out all over the hospital to all different departments. All the seeds were being gradually planted, waiting patiently to explosively blossom and spread.
The ER was already getting to the point where people no longer had seats to sit on. People curled up on the floor against the wall, and the amount of people charging in just grew and grew. It was impossible to make progress; anyone who was treated and stabilized was replaced by five more people who needed the exact same treatment.
Staff who were off-duty were called in on the grounds of Red Alert. They needed all hands on deck.
By the time the afternoon hit, non-priority patients were being moved out of beds to make room for the incoming patients.
Doctor Lee Simpson was one pair of hands that was working hard to try and make sure everyone was accounted for. ER was chaos. There were no longer assigned roles - if you were available, you helped in whatever way you could. Systematics be damned.
"Doctor, we've got a woman just brought in, fever, unresponsive."
"We've got a man bleeding heavily. He was attacked and he's losing a lot of blood."
"There's a child that's just been brought in. Frequent seizures and unresponsive."
It all just felt endless. After an hour, it felt like he'd heard them all. How much worse could it get?
Everything was really put into perspective when a sobbing woman sprinted in through the doors, a young boy held in her arms. With no one else available, Lee dashed to her; the boy in question had blood pouring from his arm - or lack of, in fact. It was severed at the wrist; a rugged and violent tear, and clearly not a clean cut. The boy was unconscious, and no older than seven or eight at the most.
"Please, you have to help me." The woman begged. "Some maniac attacked my son. They attacked my son. Look what they did to my baby. Please, you have to help. Please."
Taken aback by complete shock, Lee could only nod. He held out his arms.
"Give him to me."
The woman didn't hesitate. A hand slipped around the back of the boy's neck and checked his pulse.
There was nothing. He was dead.
Even so, he couldn't say it. Not here, not now. He turned and he rushed, the distraught mother following in his footsteps.
"I need immediate trauma care now!" He busted in through a door and placed the boy down on a bed; he was immediately rushed by various other ER doctors who did all the checks necessary. They all knew there was no hope, though, and that was the worst part. Lee ducked out of the room to rush back to the people who were still waiting. When he arrived, the tone was immediately changed.
On one of the seats, a man held a girl even younger than the boy that was just rushed in. She was brought in earlier with a fever that was running high, but not critical. He saw the panicked look in the father's face as he shook the little girl's shoulders, trying to wake her.
"She's not breathing." The man yelled, barely able to breathe himself. Lee was just about to make his way to assist when he saw the young girl shoot up from where she was once lifelessly laying, and instead sinking her teeth straight into her father's throat. As soon as it happened, he ripped himself away, but it was no good. He clutched at his neck frantically and collapsed in the middle of the isle. His daughter only got up, though, and she climbed onto his back and...
Whatever happened there was out of sight from Lee, but, he heard the screams of the people surrounding them, and instead of deciding to sit around and wait, almost everyone got up and ran straight for the exit.
Only to clash with the dozens waiting to come in. It was a riot, essentially - but whatever happened to that girl? It started happening to a couple of others. That vacant and greyish look in their eyes, the pale skin, the rigid movement and twitches.
"Oh, shit." Lee gasped, and he spun back on himself and went back to the room where he took the boy. The mother was no longer in sight. "We've got a situation out here, we-".
He stopped upon opening the door. One of his staff members, a fellow doctor, laid dead on the ground, with the boy who was almost definitely dead only a few minutes beforehand knelt down on his chest, taking completely bites out of his face and chest.
Lee shut the door again, and he made one call that would haunt him for years to come.
He ran in the opposite direction of the ER, further into the hospital, unable to comprehend everything he had seen.
He abandoned his station - he had a feeling that if he didn't, it wouldn't be long before he ended up like that doctor.