The year is 2087, I walk down a dark and grim hallway dotted by dim lights flashing on and off at a sporadic pace. I approach the middle of the abandoned hospital and pause to take in my surroundings. The place is trashed, couches and chairs are thrown around everywhere and the place is lined with piles of debris and garbage but that’s how it’s always been, at least ever since the virus. I begin to walk again picking up my pace however a loud groan through the door to my left stops me in my tracks, “I’m not alone” I think to myself. Anyways you’re probably wondering what I’m doing here, I’m investigating rumors of a cure created to combat the virus before it got this bad. My brother was turned last night. He got bit on one of our raids to the supermarket so I can’t get caught here, If I do then he’s as good as gone-. My thoughts are abruptly cut off when the groan to my left turns into a loud shriek coming from straight in front of me, that's a walker no doubt, I start to backpedal before turning and running the other way but i’m stopped once again by the same shriek but in front of me again, this can’t be possible, I’m pinned from both sides in the hallway with no plan to escape, any chance of fighting isn’t possible I don’t carry weapons, my plans usually rely on not being caught. My mind races for ideas, one pops into my head and before thinking my legs are already moving, before I know it I’m sprinting down the hallway running directly towards the walker *boom* I crash into it at full speed. I quickly try to scramble to my feet but it holds me down, its jaws moving ever so close to arm. I jab my elbow into its head, its grip releases for an instant allowing me to escape. I barrel down the hallway running faster than I’ve ever ran in my whole life, I make it to an intersection and hang a right. There it is, room 200 C, just like they said. I waste no time gripping the handle with my right arm but I can’t seem to twist the door knob, it shouldn’t be locked there’s not reason for a lock so why- I look down in horror realizing why I can’t open the door, my forearm and bicep are shredded, pieces of pink flesh stick out of my wound as blood pours out of it. “That son of a bitch got me!” I shout. A feeling of dizziness overcomes me as my adrenaline begins to wear off. I know I don’t have much time so I twist the knob with my left hand and stumble through the opening crashing to the floor. A sense of weakness overcomes my body as I crawl to the container in the far corner of the room. The sense of weakness slowly changes to rage and I can’t stop it, not without the cure at least. My thoughts blur together as I urge each part of my body to move, clawing my way closer and closer to the container, inch by inch. I finally reach the container, exhausted, I flip the switch. My face drops and my body goes numb as I realize my fate. There’s nothing in it.