The morning after...

You wake up with a bit of a jump. It seems that despite what happened last night, you managed to doze off anyway. Or maybe was last night some sort of dream? You do watch a lot of action and suspenseful movies after all.

Considering how tired and heavy your mind and body feels, you're leaning more on the possibility that it wasn't a dream. It sure does feel like you only got about two hours of sleep last night.

After groaning and rubbing your eyes, you slowly raise your torso off the mattress, only to see Christine sitting on the edge of the bed, apparently watching television.

You were about to tell her good morning, until you looked at the clock and saw what time it was.

"Shit!" You hop out of the bed in a hurry, "It's ten in the morning?! I'm late for work! My boss is gonna be pissed!"

"Relax, hun." Your soon-to-be replies while still looking at the TV.

"How can I relax?! I was just about to get a bonus for perfect attendance! And you're late for work too! Why are you just sitting there?!"

"Babe, I said relax." She repeats herself, "I called us both out of work. I called your boss and told him that you wont be making it today."

This made you pause as you were in the middle of buttoning up your work shirt, "Christine, why'd you do that? This is still going to mess up my bonus. I could have made it to work on time, if--"

She turned around with a dead serious expression on her face, staring right into your eyes, "You're not going anywhere today. Remember what happened last night? Come look at the news."

You raise an eyebrow but do as you're told. Your eyes and Christine's eyes go to the television and what you hear being reported makes you drop your tie.

Apparently, the ambulance that took away the injured people from last night's ordeal had flipped over and crashed into a city building located less than a mile from where you work while on its way to the hospital. The reporter stated that the officer who died... came back to life. Not only that, but he somehow got free from the stretcher restraints and started attacking anyone inside the vehicle, including the driver, which caused the truck to lose control and flip into that glass building. The paramedics and the revived officer all died in the vehicle on its way to the hospital.

As if that wasn't bad enough, the reporter then stated that the initial victim, the one that woke you up calling for help last night, had been successfully sent to the hospital, however... he had somehow been revived, as well. Luckily, he was still bound by the stretcher table, considering how they stated that he began showing erradic and rabid behavior. They stated that his skin looked sickly, and that there were no scientific signs of life from him, other than the fact that he was moving. They detected no heartbeat, no pulse... and upon further investigation, they claimed that there was only 0.2% of brain activity from him. There must be at least 5% of brain activity to be considered conscious. So how this being could scientifically be declared dead, but still moving was something that left doctors baffled.

"I've been up, watching this all morning." Your fiancé tells you, "They said that general area where the hospital is has been blocked off, which is only four blocks away from your job. When I called your boss, he said that he wasn't even able to get to the office himself. Same thing with my boss."

"What?!" You gasp, "They blocked it off? Why would they go that far? I get that it's a terrible incident, but that's a big and important part of the city!"

"I'm not sure, sweetheart. All I know is that apparently they might be involving the military with this. There's been a few more incidents inside the hospital too, but they aren't saying much else..."

She then turns towards you and looks you in your eyes again.

"John, I have no idea what's going on, but... I'm scared."

You sit down on the bed and wrap your arms around her protectively. She begins to sniffle and you gently shush her.

"It's going to be alright, baby." You tell her for reassurance, "Last night was crazy, and this story may seem a little concerning, but we're going to be okay, alright?"

She nods against your chest and sighs to breathe some comfort back into her system.

Suddenly, not a few minutes later, you hear loud bangs coming from your front door downstairs.

You and Christine look at each other.

"God, help me! Open the door please, they're fucking coming!" You hear a female voice shout from outside. This pushes you to be on edge now. Just what the fuck is going on?!