Pain began to thrash against all corner of my brain. I went to pull my hands up to my face only to be challenged with a numbing sensation and the restrictions set by two expertly tied pieces of rope. I tugged at the bonds hoping that they would miraculously break and I could escape this hell hole but was swiftly faced with a rush of weakness. My eyes suddenly became heavy while my head became light. The feeling was almost peaceful but I wouldn't allow it to take over me. Snapping myself out of the daze I was in, I glanced down at my left wrist only to now realise that a tube had been shoved into a vein in my arm. The crimson liquid stained the tube as it travelled into a large blood bag attached to the arm of my chair.

"Every FUCKING time something good happens to me it turns to shit!" I groaned. Then something I didn't expect happened. The sound of rustling chains filled the room but was followed by a deep silence. I turned my head slowly. I was frightened. Confused. But as I was turning my head my eyes landed on her. Or rather it I guess as they aren't exactly alive anymore. It ran towards me, hissing and clashing it's jaws together before being restricted to just centimetres from my face. Although this zombies bottom jaw was dislocated she seemed to have some kind of control over it. One of their eyes dangled way down by her throat which had been ripped to shreds. The eye looked as though it's socket had been pulled and tugged at until it was just hanging by the last thread of nerves. The stench leaking from its mouth was putrid, a mixture of rotting flesh and decomposing food clinging to the inside of my nose. Coming to my senses, I growl at the reanimated corpse only to see it cower into the corner. Slow, sarcastic clapped echoed down the hallway outside my room. The person who followed was a tall, slim yet well built guy around my age, a white bandana tied securely on his head. His clothing and hands were stained with blood.
"I see you've met my friend. Isn't she wonderful?" He spat out his words. I stared at the man bluntly, unamused by his sarcasm. I was still in shock but could feel myself weakening by the second. I glanced at the blood bag on my chair. Almost two thirds full. I looked up, frightened and gave him a look that was nothing less than a cry for help. At this, he shot me a look of concern. Whether it was real or not I didn't really care. Right now all I wanted for this tube to come out of me. He quickly strolled over to sit in the unaccompanied chair opposite me, removing the tube from my arm.
"Now now boys this is no way to treat our guests. You'll have to excuse their behaviour. I'm so sorry I didn't realise they'd done this to you." This man apologised whilst untying the bandana from his head and tying it around my arm to prevent me from bleeding. But before he tied it he'd unfolded it to reveal a white background with two words on it...written in red.
"Blood pact." I whispered to myself. He glanced at me and smiled apologetically.
"Now if you wouldn't mind I actually have some questions for you about a Lab. You see we've been looking for you for a long time Lauren and I've been waiting patiently for this chance to speak to you. Once you answer these questions you'll be let go. Is that ok?" He asked, placing his hand on mine. Something about this wasn't right. He'd been so sarcastic on entry yet now he seemed so soft.
"Yes. That's fine." I said bluntly. A lab? I'd only been here for 2 years how was I supposed to know anything about a lab. He squeezed my hand.
"Oh I almost forgot. I'm Lucius Porter. I'm the leader of an organisation called Blood Pact."
"Blood Pact?" I questioned, curios about who exactly they were. He stiffened, obviously unwilling to explain their motives.
"Yes. I'll explain that all another time though. Now shall we proceed with the questions?" I was getting a little fed up with this guy. I knew exactly what he was trying to do. He was trying to butter me up, make it seem as though he was friendly, kind and on my side so Id just let the information pour out. Which meant that whatever information he wanted was information that he shouldn't know.
"I know what you're trying to do and it's not gonna work. Even if I did know anything about this lab you want so bad I don't think I'd tell some stranger who kidnapped me and hooked me up like a human blood bag. When I was young I moved to England and only returned here 2 years ago after spending however long in the army so how on earth you think I know anything about any lab in America I don't know. Now if you'd so kindly let me go back to my friends and husband I have some unfinished business that I'd like to continue. I stared him in the eye and he stared back just as sternly. He sighed, shaking his head in disappointment and tutted at me. With a click of his fingers an older man was thrown into the cell. He groaned, trying to pick himself up only to fall back on the floor. His messy hair fell across his face obscuring his face well enough for me to be oblivious to who it was. His glasses clattered against the floor, falling in the corner and causing the zombie to lunge forward, falling just in front of the man. His head jolted up at the disjointed screams of the creature, revealing him to be my brother. I tried my hardest to relieve myself of the bonds that had damned me to this metal chair.
"Don't you fucking touch him. You demon." I hissed at him before growling at the zombie again. I watched as it crawled backwards, bringing its knees to its face and playing with the dangling eye, occasionally chewing it. Lucius gripped Burnie by the back of the head, bringing a knife to his throat.
"Now you listen here Lauren Burns-Haywood. Before you try anything I want you to remember something. See that thing in the corner?" He pointed his stained knife at the creature. "That's my wife. She used to work in the same lab that you spent the first few years of your life in. I loved her. Unconditionally. But she wouldn't tell me what I needed to know. I'd ask her day in day out for information about her work and the first few times I let her get away with her pointless excuses. But one day I got mad. I wanted that information. You know that feeling when you really want something and people just won't give it to you?" His voice began to tremble with rage.
"I threatened her in so many ways. 'I can't Lucius!' She'd say. 'Its classified information! If I told you I'd get into trouble. I'd lose my job' she shouted and shouted at me, tears streaming down that beautiful face of hers. But you know what I said? I said if you don't tell me I'll leave you out there with the infected and I'll let them rip you to shred. Well. As you can tell she didn't tell me. So I locked a zombie in a room and I shoved her in there!" He laughed maniacally with a sinister grin on his face. I grimaced and watched as he tossed Burnie to the floor, stood up and walked behind me. His hands gripped tightly around my shoulders.
"I listened to her scream my name. Listened to her bang on the door and plead for me to let her out. But I just stood there." He spoke joyfully in my ear.
"So remember. I did that to my wife. The woman I loved more than anyone. So don't think for a second that I won't do the same to you and your brother." He whispered in my ear, grabbing my chin and kissing me on the cheek.
"You're insane." I hissed but only received a laugh in return.
"You sound just like her." He spoke sarcastically, his voice dripping with happiness and excitement.
"Now," he continued. "Shall we begin?" This was going to be a long night.