It happened fast. Exponentially fast.
One minute it was on the news. The next minute it was in my hospital's hallways and rooms. Looking out the window, I could see the streets flooded with waves of the undead.
Their faces demanded your very souls; the screams played like the soundtrack to the end of the world.
I had to get out of here before they fed upon me. If I could make it to the ambulance idling outside, I might have a chance. Escape the narrow confines of the city and make it to the ocean.
I ran into the pre-natal unit and grabbed as many infants as I could. They didn't stand a chance to survive in here.
I place them in a large cart, opened the doors, and took off, pushing as hard as I could for the elevator.
I could see and hear them feeding. I repeatedly hit the open button. One of them spots me. It lunges at me.
I grab one of the babies out of the cart and pitch it towards the creature. The zombie stops to feed as the elevator door opens.
It's gonna be a wild sprint to the ambulance. Thank god I have 4 babies left.