"TINIO!" he shouted, voice cracked with urgency.
Tinio jolted awake, confused, blinking as he sat upright. "What the hell, man—?"
"We got zombies! In the hallway!" Delgado barked, already limping for the nearest supply locker.
Tinio's blood ran cold.
"The hell are you talking about? That was bodybags, they—" He stopped mid-sentence when he caught sight of movement beyond the med bay door.
Three bloodied figures rounded the corner at a sprint.
And they weren't shambling.
They were fast.
"Fuck—get something! Anything!" Delgado yelled, wrenching open the locker. He found a fire axe—a short-handled emergency tool—its blade still clean and sharp.
Tinio didn't hesitate. He grabbed a heavy IV pole and ripped off the fluid bags, gripping it like a spear. "What the fuck is going on?! How are they even in here?!"
"I don't know!" Delgado shouted. "But that's nurse's uniform on the one in front!"
