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Horror Mood Piece "we're all infected here"

Dr Roberts locks the door, once, twice, three times. His hands are shaking as he slips his keys into his pocket, and turns to walk back down the cool, narrow hallway. Without quite knowing why, he begins to run through the heavy industrial doors, stopping only to fumble with the locks. His team are waiting for him in the front foyer. With a grim nod, they stride purposefully out into the glittering moonlight towards their truck, not speaking, barely acknowledging the others' presence. Dr Roberts pauses briefly to look back at the pale white hospice, standing like a shadow against the twilit horizon. A cough racks his body, and he hurries into the waiting truck without a backward glance.

Isaac

I am yanked out of rest by loud, obtrusive coughing. The offender sounds like they're trying to hack up a lung, retching and barking in obvious discomfort. I squeeze my eyes tightly shut, waiting for them to finish so I can get back to sleep, but they show no signs of stopping; in fact, it sounds like its getting worse. I open one eye and try to focus, but the light is so bright that I immediately shut it again. The coughing stops with one final choking, rattling breath, and then there is silence again. My eyes fly open, blinking away the shock of light, revealing a smooth white concrete ceiling. I sit up - or try to, at least; my upper arms are tied down by leather cuffs to what appears to be a small hospital cot. My hands and legs, I realise, are restrained in a similar fashion. Even my neck is confined, covered completely in a type of stiff, layered material. I try to twist my head and to my surprise I realise I can, but barely.

I try to scope out my surroundings. The walls appear to be made of the same sleek concrete as the ceiling, giving the room a cool, still atmosphere. I try to turn my head further, seeing the top of a barred window - and are those beds? I look the other way - more beds. I'm uneasy now. It looks like I'm in a hospital, but I don't remember any injury. And why am I restrained? Blind panic rises in my throat, and I begin to thrash at the cuffs in an attempt to free myself. However, it is snuffed by a rising discomfort in my throat. I cough, loud and violently, although its no where near as bad as the