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In the same direction Randall went.
Lanz
HE couldn't get enough of the blood.
It had the same punch as coke. The same rush as an orgasm. The same high as morphine. The same satisfaction as a huge meal when starving. All wrapped up in one overwhelming sensation that made Lanz's eyes roll up and his body quiver in absolute fucking ecstasy.
But the feeling didn't last. The moment the blood ran out, so did the jolt. And in its place was a longing, an ache. That ache became painful after just a few minutes, and the pain turned into crippling, mind-searing agony, getting worse and worse until more blood was consumed.
The part of Lanz's brain that still had some higher functioning recognized the symptoms of addiction, but also knew this was something more. He'd become a higher life form. Sharper vision and hearing, a sense of smell so powerful he could detect a drop of blood from a hundred meters away, faster reflexes, accelerated healing power, abnormal strength.
But unlike the other infected, who seemed to be operating at a reduced mental capacity, Lanz still had some reasoning powers, and some memory of his previous life. He realized this could have been due to the locus of the disease. The others were all infected intravenously, the agent making direct contact with their bloodstream. Lanz had ingested contaminated blood. This could have resulted in a different variation of the infection. Different transmission meant different symptoms.
Medicine certainly had precedents for this. Yersina pestis--known as the black plague--was a bacteria that could infect a host in three entirely different ways, and cause different symptoms as a result. Perhaps this dracula bug was similar.
Or perhaps Lanz's strong will and extraordinary intelligence were too much for the bug to cope with.
Either way, Lanz felt like the proverbial one-eyed man in the land of the blind. While other creatures ran around, blithely attacking anything that moved--people, each other, and even themselves if the blood urge became strong enough--Lanz could still use his cognitive faculties.
As the disease spread, turning more humans into creatures, Lanz decided competition for blood was getting too fierce. But he knew of a good source. A source that would be like picking low-hanging fruit from a tree.
Pediatrics.
Children would be easy to catch, and not put up much of a fight. Plus, there was an added bonus.
That bitch nurse, Je
Lanz would enjoy tearing her sanctimonious throat out.
He'd enjoy it quite a bit.
Grammy A
SHE'D fought a long and valiant battle against the diabetes, but it had finally claimed her right foot, the infection spreading into her blood, sepsis hours from killing her before the amputation.
Now she rested peacefully in a morphine slumber.
Fresh, clean blood flowing into her body and dreaming of a picnic she'd had just last summer up at Vallecito Lake, her two sons with her, and their children, the apples of her eye--six-year-old Benjamin, and eight-year-old Vicki playing by the shore. Grandchildren. Was there anything better? They were like your kids, but without the hassles. A perfect relationship, a dynamic where everybody won.
A crack ran through her dream like a fracture through glass, and she could feel herself tumbling out of it, the phantom pain in her right foot spoiling the memory.
She opened her eyes, but she must have still been sleeping because what she saw made about as much sense as a nightmare.
A little girl who looked to be the same age as her precious Vicki was standing at her bedside with her back turned, sucking down the chilled contents of the blood bag through the needle that had been attached to her left forearm.
It was an image that simply didn't compute, and because of this, she was certain she was dreaming, but God, it felt so real, especially the pain in her right foot, or rather, where her right foot had been. Maybe if she tried to speak, to engage the little girl, it would shatter the illusion of the dream and she would wake.
"Excuse me. Little girl?"
The little girl didn't answer or even move. Grammy A
"Little girl?"
Then there was only a sucking noise, like slurping down the dregs of a cup of soda.
"Little girl?"
The girl let go of the clear, plastic tube and turned around.
Grammy A
Oh God, that face!
This was a nightmare. It had to be. Those black eyes, the shredded cheeks, the long, terrible teeth, shellacked with blood.
She reached for the NURSE CALL, her thumb punching the button over and over.
It happened so fast, the movement was catlike--the little girl leapt off the floor and came down on Grammy A
Her head tilted, and her lips moved, an awful noise coming out of them that sounded like a question in some demonic language.
Grammy A
Oasis
"CAN I have your red candy?" Oasis asked, and she asked nicely, like the nicest she'd ever asked for anything, but the old woman only screamed.
She would have been gentle, or tried at least, but the screaming hurt her ears, and so she lunged into the woman's neck, and the screaming got louder, the woman pulling her hair now, and she was strong.
It wasn't fair!
The old woman jerked Oasis's head back before she could dig in, and hit her in the cheek.
Oasis roared and swiped one of her talons at the woman's face, but it missed and sliced across her neck instead, and suddenly--
Red candy everywhere!
--and the old woman still flailing and thrashing but the smell and taste of the red candy drew Oasis in and she was at the woman's neck again, biting, tearing, sucking, the blows still coming, but slower and softer, and the screams dissipating, and then the old woman lay still, and Oasis didn't have to struggle anymore.
Instead, she just curled up beside the old woman, whose arm was around Oasis, and, come to think of it, it reminded her of her Grandma Betsy, and it was just like those times when she stayed at Grandma's house and Grandma would read a book to her before bedtime, except instead of cozying up with a book, it was cozying up with that delicious red candy ru
Stacie
ADAM walked into the room and locked the door after him.
He sat down on the bed, offered her a shard of ice.
"How you feeling?" he asked.
"Gigantic," she said.
"Stop it, you've never been more beautiful."
The water felt so good sliding down her throat, despite the micron-size portion.
"You just locked the door," she said. "What's that about?"
"Just hospital procedure when there's a disturbance. Nurse Herrick came back. Do you need anything else?"
"I'm all right for now."
Stacie thought he seemed distracted, and she was about to ask him what was wrong, but he was already up again, heading toward the door.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm thirsty now." He smiled, but there was anxiety in his eyes. She'd seen this before--his strong face. Hiding pain with a smile. God forbid anyone ever think a minister could have a hard day, a sleepless night.