Rage by Lee Pletzers Page B

either way that bode well for Sally if she was here. It would rip my heart out if she was experimented on like me. I didn’t want to find her here and then again, I did want to find her, so I could keep her safe. The Rage part of me was stronger and faster, Sally and I could live the way we liked without fear of attack. It would be as if the world hadn’t changed all that much.
    All the rooms on this floor were empty. There were many beds but not a single body. I found that disturbing. This was or used to be a hospital, surely there were some of the dead that didn’t get up and walk? They could have cleared out the beds but at the height of the virus outbreak, this place would have been filled to overflowing. That’s a big clean up job.
    Reaching the exit sign, I hit the stairs again to the third floor. The same emptiness faced me. I was starting to think Sally had made it out safely and was living life to the fullest. That thought warmed me but I still had two floors to check.
    The fourth floor looked as if it had never been used. Bed frames had lines of dust on them, the windows were grimy and it smelled of mould. I wondered if the fifth floor would be the same. There was only one way to find out and I hit those stairs with gusto and burst through the doors.
    The floor was empty but it wasn’t like the one below it. There was no dust and it smelled different. It felt different like it was lived in. I snapped into RAGE mode, barely thinking the thought before my skin peeled, my eyes changed, and the virus pulsed thought my heart. It was stronger than the previous changes and very fast, almost instantaneous.
    I felt fucking great.
    And I smelled life and fear-produced sweat coming from the end of the floor. But I had already checked that area. It was empty. My senses weren’t wrong. I trusted them more than I trusted my pure human instincts.
    My eyes scanned the area ahead as I slowly walked forward following my nose. As I reached the end, I smelled the aroma behind me. I spun around. No one was there. What the fuck? Was I imagining this? I couldn’t be. The aroma was too real, too fresh.
    I stood where the smell was at its strongest, turned a full 360...and found it. A thin rectangle shape cut into the wall. The damn thing was well hidden, nearly impossible to see. The doctor was in there I was sure of it.
    “ Here’s an easy choice, doctor. Option one: Open the door. Option two: Open the fucking door.” There was no way I was going to wait, and charged the rectangle cut. The door slammed open, the lock splintered sending shards of wood flying into the room. The door bashed against its hinges so hard the top hinge screws shredded out of the wall and the door slammed into the concrete wall and dropped to the side, just missing the desk and Doctor Cannon Speaker.
    The man’s face turned white. He jumped off his chair and backed up to the wall. Sweat beaded his head. “Take it easy, John.” He held his hands up in front of him. “This is for the good of mankind.” He spread his hands wide. “You must understand this.”
    Not thinking about it, I grabbed the side of the desk and shoved it toward the wall, pinning the doctor where he stood. His hands went to push against the desk. Another shove pushed the desk against his groin, doubling him over a little. A groan escaped and he took a deep breath, his hands now resting on the desk and not against it.
    “ Where’s my wife?”
    The doctor looked confused. His voice came out soft, “Your wife? I have no idea.”
    “ She was with me when I was captured.”
    The doctor shook his head. “The hunters only brought you here.”
    “ Hunters?”
    The doctor shrugged. “We needed specimens for testing.”
    Oh, fuck. It was starting to dawn on me. “Did you start all this...this...” I couldn’t find the words to finish the sentence. The Rage was doubling inside, the blood bubbled in my veins. “...this...Fuck! You destroyed everything.”
    The sound of footsteps