The staff member holding Wilson and the ladies at the door abandoned them, prioritising stopping the woman’s rampant frenzy.
The eyeless girl on the other bed screamed in terror, hearing the sounds of the chaos, but not being able to see it. The crazed woman snapped one of the staff member's’ necks and dropped their limp lifeless body to the floor, before lunging at the poor eyeless girl and ripping her apart with her teeth and fingers, as the remaining few brave enough and uninjured staff members attempted to save her.
But as the woman bit massive chunks of the poor young defenceless female doctor’s face, legs, arms, fingers off and ripped her hair from her skull, Wilson and the women had seen more than enough to know it was time to go. They needed no further explanation or convincing. Fleeing with other onlookers, his ladies ran ahead of him, making their way down the corridors to the second elevator that would take them up to the VIP sections of the ship.
They stopped short as they came to a corridor swarming with blood covered people hunched over and savagely feasting at what looked to be corpses lying upon the ground.
If Wilson hadn’t witnessed what he had just witnessed in the infirmary, he would have thought this shit was one big elaborate horror prank meant to scare them to generate laughs for a TV show and it certainly wouldn’t have been funny, but this was far from laugh inducing, this was fucking terrifying.
The crazed people feasting away hadn’t noticed them at first, but as onlookers screamed at the grisly sight, those feasting looked up, tilted their head, twitching, their eyes wide and their teeth bared, before springing up to attack them.
Faster than anyone could react, the crazed people were up from their hunched positions and pouncing on those at the front, ripping them to shreds. More crazed people lunged at them, biting flesh and spraying blood across faces, the floor, walls and ceiling.
Wilson wasted no time, turning to run right back to the elevator of which he came. His ladies were just behind him, but so were their pursuers, so when Sophie slipped at a corner and fell, Wilson and Laura didn’t stop to help her.
“Wilson! Laura!” She wailed. “Help me!”
The next thing they heard were her screams, as two of those crazed people pounced on her and began eating her alive.
“Fuck that! Fuck that!” Wilson shouted, running faster than he ever had in his life. Having created a distance between himself and Laura, he dived into the elevator and repeatedly hammered at the buttons to close, but just as the doors began closing, Sophie grabbed them and tried to wedge herself through, arm first.
“Wait for me, please don’t leave me behind”.
“Fuck that!” Wilson shouted, continuing to hammer at the button, whilst pushing her arm back out. Blood sprayed across his face and shirt as one of their crazed pursuers pounced on her, biting into her arm and neck.
Her scream was ear piercing and more than enough incentive for him to just keep on hammering at that button.
“Get the fuck out!” He yelled, hitting her arm, as she wept and pleaded with him to open the elevator door.
“Hell fucking no!”
He didn’t have to fight her persistent attempts to enter long though, as more lunatics joined the fray, viciously chewing and ripping through her arm, eventually separating it from her body to her spine chilling screams of agony. The doors shut, Wilson fell backwards and Sophie’s bloodied arm dropped down between his legs.
He sat there staring at it, hyperventilating, but on the bright side, at least the elevator was finally descending.
1:26pm - 6 hours, 39 minutes since outbreak in London.
16 minutes since outbreak aboard MS HotS.
Christine struggled to relax as she lay on the massage table. Even the deep sensuous massages did little to ease her anxiety. There was simply too much to think about, too much to worry about and very little in the way of reassurance.
As she lay there, background music meant to be soothing, irritated her and she was beginning to regret coming for a massage, none the wiser to the horrific events unfolding right there on the ship.
Much to her relief, the music abruptly cut, but what replaced it was worse. A familiar male voice taking over the intercom.
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. In light of the events in London, I have made the decision to continue the journey to the Caribbean, where you will then be able to disembark and take a flight home. This decision, should foreign embassies continue to allow it, will allow for you to not only potentially return home faster, but stay at a hotel courtesy of Starling Cruises should the UK not allow you to return just yet. The alternative was to turn around, but we could not guarantee we’d be able to disembark you. I have also recently received the troubling news that a disturbance is occurring on board. As of right now, I have no substantial information to provide you with, so in the interest of not inciting panic and confusion, there will be no speculative information, instead I must request that you all so kindly return to your cabins and lock your doors until further notice. I repeat, return to your cabins and lock your doors until further notice. I'm tremendously sorry for the
