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look at his wife
in the seat next to him. Her tears of sorrow have become tears of
joy, as she breaks out into a happy little chuckle. She says
something to him, most likely his name, and everyone around them
waits with baited breath for him to say something back, but he
never does. They just stare into each other's eyes like lover's
meeting again for the first time.
    Perpetuating the emotions
of romance in the women's mind, the risen man lifts his hand slowly
to the side of her face as if to caress it. She closes her eyes as
he does this, really feeling the happiness, letting this gift of a
second chance soak into her; mind, body, and soul. When his hand
lands softly on her left cheek, it is cold, but she feels that
familiar warm tingle coming up her spine, the same one she always
gets when he touches her this way. He brushes a finger past her
ear, and she sighs affectionately, her head automatically getting
pulled forward as if each of their lips are padded with
magnets.
    Then just like that, the
fantasy is over. In the blink of an eye, and with the same loving
hand, the grey man snatches a fist full of the woman's hair, yanks
her forward and takes a bite out of the left side of her face, with
enough strength to tear off the tough tissue of her
cheek.
    All three family members
jump back in shock when they see this happen on the TV screen, and
as one might expect, the entire hospital waiting room erupts in
panic. When the camera operator zooms back out, this is
unquestionably seen. Despite the chaos going on all around her, the
field reporter goes on with the report. The camera shakes
unsteadily, but the cameraman is able to keep both the reporter,
and the panic in the shot relatively well, doing a pretty good job
for all the hysterical people running around and bumping into
him.
    And then, another scream
rips through the air of the waiting room, like a spike to the ears.
It's a little harder to tell because of all of the shaking, but the
cameraman tries his best to see what is going on. Glimpses of
another grey person in the background are caught over and over
again, everyone around it trying desperately to get away. The whole
family jumps in shock again when they see the second grey man
become vicious just like the other one had. It grabs the nearest
person and pulls them down to the floor, out of the camera's scope.
The mother, more sensitive than her daughter and husband, looks
away from the television in disgust. The more resilient field
reporter, however, continues to pointlessly let everyone watching
from home know about what they can clearly see on the screen. Some
crazy shit is going down.
    Within only a few minutes,
the waiting room is half full of monsters reborn. Many are patients
who have died waiting to be cared for, and a few are people who
have gotten bitten but not completely consumed. They would bleed
out, die quickly and come back just as fast. It's total pandemonium
inside the box in their living room. As best as she tries to work,
eventually the reporter gets grabbed from behind and thrown to the
floor. The camera operator attempts to keep filming, but is only
able to get a two second shot of his partner getting the back of
her neck chewed out before he, himself, is grabbed. After a bit of
struggling, the view on the screen plummets abruptly and rocks to a
settle on the floor. Only feet can be seen, running every which way
on the screen, until a big body drops with a boom to the floor in
front of the camera. Seconds later, a zombie crawls into the
picture and starts ripping through the big man's shirt, undershirt
and finally, his belly. Guts pour out, and the father in the living
room takes his delirious daughter into his arms, covering her
head.
    He grimaces, but can't take
his eyes away from the screen. He can't believe what he is seeing.
It's like a young child catching his parents making love for the
first time. It's terrifying and confusing, but as much as you want
to look away, you can't, and the