Free Dead and Forsaken by J.D. West Page A

in a lot of pain
and now he was at peace. Serena was too upset to go inside so she
waited in the hall while everyone else entered. As they looked on a
nurse started to unhook him from all the machines and tubes. She
didn't know it but her patient was undergoing a strange
metamorphosis. Blood had begun to pool in his lower extremities
creating dark blotches. The veins in his face had moved closer to
the surface of his skin. That gave his face a strange two tone
marble like appearance. She leaned across his body and noticed that
his eyes were open. A thin cloudy film had formed over them. This
caused the nurse to jump back.
    “ Oh, my God!” she
mumbled.
     The
pastor and his mother declared that it was a miracle and started to
pray as Mark turned his head and looked around the room.
    “ Thank you Jesus! Thank you
Lord! Like Lazarus my son has risen from the dead!”
    
     She celebrated not having to suffer the
horror of being a parent who outlives their child. Mark's eyes were
yellow and cloudy. Dr. Sanchez was shocked. She checked his vitals
and personally declared him dead. Now he was looking right at her.
The nurse leaned back over and called out his name. She tried to
remain calm and let him know she was there to help.
    “ Mark can you hear me?”
she whispered. “Do you know where you are?”
    His mother leaned over as well and
looked into his eyes.
    “ Thank you Jesus!”
she proclaimed. “I’m here son!”
    One of his fingers moved then
another. Soon a slight twitching of his arms spread to the rest of
his body. From out of nowhere Mark’s hands grabbed hold of his
mother and he let out a loud moan.
    “ GROOOWWWL!”
    She
pulled away from him and her momentum knocked Dr. Sanchez down.
Maria hit her head on the wall and was knocked out. When she
regained consciousness she was dazed for a few moments. Mark sat up
in the bed and grabbed the nurse. She had learned to get out of the
way of kicks, scratches, and punches but tonight she didn’t
move fast enough. He attacked the nurse like a rabid dog biting down
hard on her hand and chomping her thumb right off.
    “ CRUNCH!”
    He
swallowed the chunk of flesh and bone in one gulp. The nurse
squealed in pain and fought to break free but he bit her again.
    “ Uggh!”
    She
suffered bruises and scratches from trying to pull open Marks
clamped down jaws. After a brief struggle she finally broke free and
ran into the corner trying to stop her hand from bleeding. The blood
from the holes in the nurse’s hand ran down her forearm and
past her elbow. The flowing blood turned her green scrubs dark red.
    “ What the fuck is your
problem?” she said. “Why did you bite me?”
    
     His mom was overcome with fear and tried to run
for the door.
    “ That’s not my son!”
she yelled. “That’s not my son!”
    
     He reached out his hands to grasp her
long hair and pulled her back toward the bed. She struggled to get
free but his grip was too strong.
    “ GROOOWWWL!”
    Mark
tugged and pulled until he ripped her scalp off the top of her head.
Mrs. Cordova screeched in pain as blood leaked from her exposed
skull down into her face. “Eeeoooeeeooo!”
    She
crashed into the closed door and started calling out. “Help
me. Help me please!”
    Her son’s reanimated corpse
grabbed her by the shoulders and clamped its jaws down on the back
of her neck. “CHOMP!” He began to rip sections of flesh
off her neck sending blood droplets flying all over the room. Pastor
Harrell saw all of this and dropped to his knees. He called out to
God and started to pray.
    “ In the name of the father,
the son and the holy spirit!”
    He
thought Mark was possessed. He had known the young man all his life.
Now he was under the devil’s control.
    
     Dr. Sanchez was not
sure how many minutes she had been passed out. When she finally came
around she saw Mrs. Cordova being attacked. She was smart enough to
crawl under the bed and stay motionless to avoid being attacked. She
thought she was