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Levy becomes impatient with his patient. “Come on, let’s go!”
    In a flash of rage Mr. Mortenson growls, lunges, and bites Dr. Levy, tearing a chunk of stringy red flesh from his neck. Dr. Levy screams in pain and his knees buckle, dropping him to the cold faux tile floor. Blood pours and sprays out in all directions, coating the hallway. Dr. Levy begins to convulse violently, foaming at the mouth and vomiting. His pool of blood and bile smears as he twitches. Tina, Sheryl’s nurse, runs over to him, putting pressure on his neck to try to stop the bleeding.
    Mr. Mortenson turns and chomps at her, falls on top of her, and continues to devour her. She flails in pain and soon begins to seize like the doctor. One of the orderlies runs over and tries to restrain Mr. Mortenson, hooking his arms underneath Mr. Mortenson’s arm pits, pulling him backward off of Tina. But the orderly slips in the blood, falling to the floor. Dr. Levy and Tina both slowly stop twitching. They’re dead. The hall is full of chaos and panic, and more screams begin to rise up from down the hall by the morgue. The alarm continues to sound, and other patients begin to emerge from their rooms to see the horror.
    Suddenly Dr. Levy sits up in death. His eyes are wide and crazy. Then Tina sits up, covered in blood from head to toe. They both race toward the orderly, tackling him back to the ground as he struggles to regain his footing on the blood slicked floor. The two ravage him, tearing him apart with their fingers and teeth. Mr. Mortenson, as if completely revived with energy, runs naked toward the other patients. His gown has slipped off.
    Sheryl’s heart races into a panic upon seeing the scene unfold before her eyes. She gasps aloud, and Dr. Levy’s crazed eyes fix upon her between swallows of the orderly’s flesh. He moves toward her. Oh fuck, he saw me . She swiftly slips her slender body back into her room and closes the door behind her. There’s no lock. She jams it shut with a nearby chair, and pulls the hospital bed over with all her strength. She tries the phone on the bedside table but there’s nothing on the other end, no dial tone. She gathers up her belongings, puts on her jeans, her sneakers, and struggles to get her shirt on, with only one arm through the sleeve. She digs around in her jacket pocket for her cell phone. There’s no reception. The meteors must have screwed up the signal .
    Suddenly there’s a pounding at her door. It’s Dr . Levy . Tina too . She hears the groans and growls of the dead outside in the hall, trying to get in. She ducks out of view from the door window and hides in the bathroom, locking herself in.
    The pounding grows heavier and heavier, and soon the door to her room is broken down. She hears the alarm bells blaring louder. She puts her back against the wall and slides down to the floor. Tears and fog fill her gas mask. She prays that the lock on the bathroom door holds up.

CHAPTER 8
     
    The Hillside apartment complex stirred with activity way too early in the morning, and it woke Willy Stanton from his slumber. He barely slept for anything longer than a nap after he came home from the war, even almost 40 years later. The nightmares still linger, though they’ve gotten much better in the last 20 years or so. But, little did he know, he slept clean through the meteor shower, all the while dreaming he and his platoon were under heavy artillery fire from the VC. He only found out about the meteors when the bus driver said “last bus for the day” as he boarded on his way to work, before the debris swept into town. He heard the sirens off in the distance. Apparently the town was under some sort of emergency, so he pressed the driver for more information. When he learned of the impact, he knew it would mean a hectic work day, but he had no idea just how bad it would get.
    Willy had a television but he never watched it; he even stopped reading the papers too. It was all shit, and he couldn’t bear