Outbreak v1.15
”...I’m going to kill someone,” you scream. Luis runs in with a flashlight shown on the assailant’s face. Your eyes widen. It is your brother.
“Jesus Christ,” you say as your fingers wont go any deeper. He shrieks one of those horrible inhuman shrieks. Luis draws his gun and shoots two quick shots. One misses and shatters a painting that hung on the wall. The other penetrates your brothers head, a little off center. His lifeless body sinks to the floor with your fingers still deep in his arm. You take it out and wipe it on your jeans. You’re stunned not quite fully understanding the situation. He wasn’t supposed to be here, not this weekend. You look at a closed door, then down at the suitcases. And, if he’s here that means…
Luis goes to open a door at the far end of the hall and you stop him suddenly.
“We don’t know what’s behind that door,” you say.
“You mean, there’s more people here? It was supposed to be just your mom,” he says annoyed.
You nod and take a deep breath.
You turn the doorknob.