Chapter Text
no cure left in this world.
ღ
YOU WANTED TO DIE. Who wouldn't in this shitty situation? You didn't know what to do other than to die.
Being in the laboratory all alone, with the constant groaning from your once respected supervisor, drove you insane. You didn't think you could handle this anymore, especially with the heavy burden on your shoulders. All you had to do was to kick the chair underneath your feet and then you could fly high to heaven or whatever it was that would wait for you. You had enough. You waited and waited for a miracle to come but it would never. There was no miracle in the first place. This world was bound to end and your death wouldn't bring any change at all, not like what your colleagues had mentioned about your so-called talents.
The undead that were walking wouldn't magically disappear or be cured because of you. Well, you tried but what can one person do in this humongous laboratory? You weren't God or the top scientist in this whole damn world. The only way to fix this world in your eyes was to cease to exist. Then you wouldn't have to think about anything at all—
Thud!
You opened your eyes weakly and skimmed over the reports all over the desk, the word [NEGATIVE] was all over them. Every single thing you’d done was a failure. You weren't able to revive the undead’s brain and create a cure that magically fix everything; your supervisor was still in the damn quarantine room, grunting and moaning in hunger like an animal. You couldn't even save one person. What made you think that you could create a cure that might save everyone? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. You despaired over your incompetence as you held onto the tied rope around your frail neck.
Thud!
You didn't want to care anymore.
Thud!
You just needed to take a step closer to the end and—
Thud!
“Oh, shut the fuck up already!” You yelled angrily at the constant banging on the metal door, frustration growing stronger at the dead supervisor who wouldn't leave you alone. “Bloody hell, can't I just kill myself in peace!? Shut up!”
But the grunting and thumping wouldn't stop as if he knew what you were about to do. And that may be why he was getting so desperate. You didn't know why he was behaving this way. With an annoyed groan, you jumped down from the creaking chair and started screaming at the locked quarantine room.
“What in the goddamned world do you want? Fuck’s sake, even if you're dead, you still wouldn't stop pestering me! I’ve already submitted my literature and research paper to you! What else do you fucking want? You want me to write a damn paper about how you miserably turned into an undead like an idiot? Sure! I can even write everything I've learned with you if that makes you happy— that an undead will become dumb when they get their jaws chopped off! What else? That the virus is already in everyone's body?!”
You ran your fingers through your hair in agitation, bristling in anger that you didn't know how to handle it. You swore you didn't have any anger management issues. You have always been a calm person until now. This was what staying in the laboratory for months on your own could do to your brain. You felt as though you were running out of your sanity and it was understandable, considering that you’d been only talking to a damn corpse for such a long time. Other than that, the only thing you did was probably to work on your research and experiment which barely told you anything.
Other than the fact that this world will die soon.
It was time to give up, you realised. Nobody would be coming back to this damn lab anymore because who in their right mind would return? This place was bound to run out of supplies and electricity soon. Either that or to be overrun by zombies. Not even Tobias, who promised you to return soon, would return for your sake. He probably died off somewhere or simply just forgot about you. After all, how important can you be in this apocalypse? Definitely not a lot.
“I just want to die, damn it… Can't I do it in peace?”
You just wanted to leave everything here forever. You needed the Grim Reaper to find you and take your soul away. That was why you prepared everything — the rope, the chair, the will. But nothing could ever seem to go right for you. The dead supervisor couldn't even give you a few seconds of peace right now. With a sigh, you took hold of the gun that was lying on the table and stepped towards the quarantine room, catching a glimpse of the undead moving inside the room. You swiftly unlocked the door as if you’d done this a couple of times and swung it open.
The undead stumbled out from the room, its— or preferably his broken spectacles slipping out from his face as the white lab coat was stained with his dried blood. His neck was almost nonexistent, a result of another undead biting his throat to get a taste of his sweet, juicy blood. Now he was just the same as them, wanting to taste the raw human meat as a mindless zombie. You looked at the nametag on his lab coat which clearly showed his name in bold: Richard Wabbels.
“Fuck you.” You chanted aimlessly as he turned around slowly to look at you, your gun pointing at him with so much hatred. “Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. It's because of you that I've had to work in this stupid lab! It's you! My supervisor? More like a fucking burden!”
He was meant to be your supervisor, someone who was way more capable than you— who meant to watch over you and guide you through this journey. He was the smartest and respected out of everyone else so you figured he would be the saviour of this apocalypse. You were so wrong. He was a mistake to be with. Too reckless, too stupidly heroic that he ended up getting bitten and leaving you in the lab to work for a cure. You were unlucky to end up here — anywhere was better than here. You could have been back home with your family, not pursuing to be a scientist and just working at the back of McDonald's.
Yet here you were, watching as Richard stumbled closer to you, his rotting arms desperately trying to reach out for you.
You were exhausted. You hadn't been sleeping for two days straight now and you could barely get any food down your throat without puking them out. Maybe you were sick— physically or in the head. You were willing to bet on the latter. Smiling from disgust at the rotten sight and sickening stench, you kicked him right in the abdomen and watched him fall to the ground.
“You can't blame me for deciding to finally set things right. To end things. You're dead from the start and you left me alone. You bloody know there won't be any cure at all.” A dry chuckle came out of your mouth. “Right, there won't be any cure at all. From the very start, we all know that. That's why everyone started leaving one by one without even looking back at us! It's just the useless hope that the government is feeding us! They’re planning to let us die from the start. We are all stupid... I am stupid.”
At last, you pulled the trigger.
Click!
You stared at the empty gun, blinked owlishly, and finally lost it. You laughed so loud as if you were the only living human being in this world. Perhaps you were, you hadn't seen anyone alive for so long now. With a dying laughter, you hurled the gun at Richard and let it hit him on the head. He groaned at the impact but other than the monstrous noises, there wasn't anything humane about him anymore. Even when Richard slowly got up on his own two broken feet, he didn't seem human.
“So I can't even kill a piece of shit like you?” With an angry smile, you shook your hand at him and grabbed a fistful of his bloodied hair. “Go on! Bite my fucking arm! Since you're not letting me die in peace, why don't you be the one to kill me then?! Eat me! Go on, you fuckin’ idiot!”
Richard growled and opened his mouth wide, blood and saliva that gave a horrible stench were stuck all over his yellowed teeth. The smell of a fresh, living human stirred something inside of his rotting brain, all he could think of was the juicy meat inside his mouth— if he could even think in the first place. He sank his teeth deep into your flesh and tore apart your skin, blood gushing out of the fresh wound on your arm. A pained scream escaped from your parted lips when he devoured a part of you. It felt sickening. Disgusting, even. But at the same time, something felt so right about it. You tugged his head away with a pained grin, sweat trickling down your jaw as you stared into Richard’s lifeless eyes.
“Happy now?”
Richard groaned.
“I’ll turn into a monster like you now, eh? Isn't that so fucking nice?” Your voice was dripping with sarcasm and though your heart was beating so quickly thanks to adrenaline, you somehow felt calm. Like the calm before the storms. “It will be just the two of us now. Just like how it used to be.”
With a push, you got him to enter the quarantine room and locked it shut without hesitating. You could still hear his annoying noises but somehow, you didn't mind it as much as before. Probably because you were about to die anyway. Sighing in fatigue, you slowly lowered yourself and sat on the floor. Your eyes trailed to the bloody bite mark on your arm, watching how the saliva was getting into your bloodstream so easily. You let out another laugh which grew stronger and stronger, as if hoping to call for someone to come back to this laboratory.
But nobody would even return.
“Yeah… Fuck this place.”
edited