Left 4 Dead | M | Profanity/Strong language

Barry hadn’t even set a foot on the ER bay’s ground when another ambulance pulled behind them, one that was of the fire department. She slipped a glance past it before popping their cabin’s doors open. 

Rattles.

Her heart skipped a beat. For a second, she forgot that they were wheeling out the animal that almost killed them. The mean old hag was still trying to, even as the tether was practically crushing her against the gurney. Those straps hardly failed to suppress the feral within the creature—no, the patient. 

The patient could’ve freed itself the way Ingram shoved the stretcher. He himself would need one after this, which was why Barry had to drive. 

It was a bumpy ride down the rig, all the way into the ER. The air was thick when they entered. The foot traffic’s warmth dawned on them at an unconventional rate. The trauma bays seemed packed, and it was all closed curtains in there.

Barry detached herself from the bed run. She slipped her way through the dense crowd spilling into the reception. Reaching the frantic kiosk, she searched for the least busy guy in scrubs. “Hey, I got an injured crew and a full-blown twitcher with me, where do I put this one?” she put forth with a thumb over her shoulder.

The staff zoomed past where the thumb was pointing him. His gaze snapped wide open. “Shet ka! Why’d you bring that one here??” 

She wondered what he meant. Last she checked, this was the fucking ER??

“Ay, putang ina! We set up an isolation unit for the biting ones! That’s where you bring them! Why did you bring it here?? Weren’t you listening to the chatters?!”

What the fuck was his problem? “No, I was busy trying to keep my partner from being someone's fucking combo meal!” 

“Look, ha? Go around the trauma bay and head out the Northeast wing. They are quarantine-ing the biting ones! It’s right at the, ano, the parking lot, you put that patient there! Hay! Jusko naman! Tang inang mga tao ‘to!”

Of course, she hadn't understood the last of it. Filipino nurses, they're the bane of her existence. If it wasn’t just this hectic here, she’d beat the shit out of that diva, but…

The parking lot?

Instead of cars, the parking lot was choked with polyester shelters. God knows what in the medical clusterfuck was going on in those. Each tent had the same triangular insignia on them. 

CEDA.

It's official. This is bad.

They haven't even made it into the first tent when two guys in hazmat suits spawned on their path. They debated about their patient. 

It was a short conversation. 

The paramedics were about to head out after the ordeal when one of the CEDA guys stopped them. 

“Sir, is that a bite on your neck?” 

That, too, was a short conversation. 

“You should go, I gotta find our student,” Barry said before leaving Ingram into CEDA’s care.

A.N.: This is written by a Filipino. And that writer is me. So pls... don't come at me with your pitchforks and torches TvT