waking Dead

On the floor was a nurse, her blouse was soaked with blood, chunks of flesh torn from her arms. Arthur stared uncomprehendingly at the body. He dropped to his knees and rushed to her side.
“Are you ok, Hello, Hello??” He stammered, shaking her limp body. Her eyes, open and looking, stared out blankly. Arthur stood up, holding his head in his hands. “Oh god, oh god oh god,” the silent mantra repeating silently in his head. A slow scraping noise came from across the room, from the small dark hallway, the only exit. He strained his eyes in the bitch black room to see what was coming. He could barely make out the figure of a man. Scrape...Scrape...Scrape... Arthur stared at the oncoming figure, “Help,” He called out “Help, Please, sir, I need help over here” His words echoed around the room before drifting off into silence. Scrape...Scrape...Scrape... Neither slowing down or speeding up, the figure continued on. “Hello...?” Arthur squeaked. The figure limped into a beam of moonlight the broken skylight. He gasped seeing the figure in full light. Where his eyes were supposed to be, there were holes, deep gouges into his skull, but no blood seeped out... only this brown bubbly viscous fluid. Its skin hung loose to the bones, pale and gray. “Oh god, oh god, oh god” the mantra continued. The man, for lack of better words, continued forward. Scrape...Scrape...Scrape... Arthur could now see what the sound was, the ragged torn flesh of the mans feet dragged on the floor. It opened its mouth and took in a long breath, a long rattling noise, like wind blowing delicate curtains against sand paper. And then came the exhale, a long inhuman moan that drowned out the mantra, drowned out every thought. It lurched forward. Scrape... Scrape... Scrape... Arthur backed up with each step that it took. He looked around for anything he could use, any weapon. His eyes finally rested upon the dead nurse. Except...she wasn’t so dead anymore...