Word count: 337
Rating: PG 13
Prompt: Zombie Apocalypse
Note: for mohindersuresh
I ran through the building, panting, cut, bleeding and angry. My legs were sore, and I wanted nothing more to find a clean, dry, warm place to sleep. But there wasn’t much chance of that—not anymore. There were no safe places, but hopefully there was a way to turn that around.
The building was in better shape than most. Windows were still in place, and there was occasionally a pool of bright light where the florescent bulbs still functioned along my path. I felt powerless, and it wasn’t far from the truth. I didn’t have nearly the powers that I did before. The virus had seen to that. It had also turned most of the normals on the planet into mindless, flesh-craving zombies.
“Suresh!” I screamed as I pounded on the locked doors at the end of the hall. “I know you’re in there! I traced it back to you, you son of a bitch!” I could hear shuffling behind me and a screech. My blood ran cold, and I turned around just in time to send one of the undead crashing into the far wall. My telekinesis wasn’t what it once was, or the fucking things were just that powerful, but it should have been smashed to a sack of broken bones and rotted skin.
“You can’t hide! You have to stop it!” I raised both hands and drove them into the heavy steel doors, using up the last bit of power that I had left to force them open.
“What do you want!” Mohinder screamed at me from a perch high on the wall, his mutated skin was flaking and scales reflected from beneath the curls of dried flesh. “I can’t fix it.”
“Well, then you’ll die trying.” I stumbled through the ruined lab until I was looking up at him. “My powers will regenerate. I’ll regenerate, and by the time they do, you’d best be ready to help me. If you don’t, I’ll toss you out there for your creations to rip apart.”