I kicked Meier again. Nothing. I was used to being hungry, but I hated being thirsty. Drinking from the toilet like a dog had to be pretty much the lowest point of my miserable life.
The dark was getting to me. At first there was a lot of noise, but it’s been relatively quiet for some time. No screaming. No growling. With the power out, I could faintly make out the sounds of the street below. Sirens. Gunfire. There was an explosion last night I think. But nothing in the ward.
I started pacing around the cell. It wasn’t my cell. It was Marky’s I think. I can’t remember. We weren’t exactly reading room numbers if you know what I mean. A lucky break in one hand and a dumb-ass move in the other, we hid in a cell that automatically sealed when closed. It had to be unlocked from the outside. Nice.
Meier and I hid like children, holding our breath. I begged him to take the jacket off, but he wasn’t having any of that. Paranoid or just an asshole, who knows? Rotten fucker. Glad he’s dead. No, I won’t take that back.
The good doctor found Jesus, Allah and Buddha. He was just hedging his bets I thought. Sometime after the first couple of long hours, he started raving and babbling. The crowd of crazies on the other side of the door must of heard him. They started screaming incoherently and banging on the door. The lights were still on and I worried that they’d figure it out. Obviously, they weren’t likely getting inside without a working brain cell to spare. It was Meier who was driving me batty.
All at once he got quiet and passed out. Eventually, the crazies begged off to find other faces to peel and limbs to eat. I bent over him to listen for a breath or heartbeat. It would have been much easier with hands of course. Nothing.
All of a sudden he sprang forward and growled just like the freaks outside. I’d seen enough zombie movies in my time to guess where this was going. I couldn’t get out of his way in time. He tripped over me, stumbled, fell forward and whacked his head on the toilet with a dull crack. I didn’t wait to see if it would slow him down. I jumped on his back and dug my heels into his pudgy hips. I grabbed the chain of his glasses with my teeth and leaned back with all my weight, holding him down with my knees on his shoulders. His back was arched so he couldn’t get up. Meier kept trying to reach me with his hands, but his middle-age lifestyle didn’t permit the flexibility. He started gurgling and sputtering as he twisted and flailed. I road him like a rodeo bull. Yippie!
Why the chain or spectacles didn’t break, I have no idea. Thank you, Jeebus. With one of his jerks he threw me off, but I managed to hold on to the glasses. His neck snapped audibly and I lost a couple teeth. Meier shit himself and died. That was that.
I kicked him again for good measure as I crossed the cell for the millionth time. I stopped. Did I hear something? Was someone yelling? Yup. Words, not growls. It was Haley. Fuck. Of all my saviours, it had to be the obsessive-compulsive. I started kicking the door with my feet. “Haley! Over here!”