No Dominion The Walker Papers - By CE Murphy Page 0,63

knife or gun on hand, but right then I started feeling the lack. An IV post was something, at least, an’ I crept back toward the ward with it, feeling grim.

Voices were raised in a babble, in there. Men an’ women alike, all of ‘em sounding like madness had taken over. Annie’s pop hadn’t been like that. He’d been a sane crazy person, just painting the pictures that came to his head. Didn’t sound like anybody in the ward was painting anything at all.

Showed what I knew. I pushed the door open a couple inches an’ ran into a body. White coat, splashed with red: one of the doctors. I knew the fella’s name, but couldn’t remember it. Didn’t matter just then. I dropped down low, taking a quick look through the cracked-open door.

Somebody across the room was painting, making big splashes across the walls in blood. I got colder, a different kinda cold I knew from Korea. I’d felt it going into battle, knowing somebody was gonna end up dead and preparing to do everything possible to make sure it wasn’t me. Killer cold, that’s what it was, and I didn’t like it, but I figured I’d like dying even less. I shoved the door open, stepped inside, an’ took in a mess as bad as I’d ever seen in Korea.

Eight patients, all in hospital robes an’ bare feet, were spread around the room. Two doctors and a nurse were on the floor, and another patient was sittin’ on the nurse, scooping her eyeballs out and eatin’ them. One more was the one painting on the wall, working on some kinda design I bet nobody but her wanted finished, and licking her fingers between lines. She was thin, like all of ‘em, with withered muscle and skin that hadn’t seen sunlight in way too long. They were moving like they’d forgotten how, stiff an’ uncoordinated, but they’d moved somehow, ‘cause somebody’d killed the doctors an’ the nurse. One by one they started dropping down beside the bodies, and eating them raw.

The dead cold feeling I’d gotten fighting the starlight demon got stronger. A memory rose up, a memory of something I sure as hell had never seen and didn’t much want to now: three dead girls spread around a park, their guts tying ‘em to each other at three points of a diamond. I saw their souls rising up and being gobbled down by a black-eyed beast that got a little stronger with every bite it took.

The whole idea shifted, set down over the scene in front of me, and clicked into place. The patients weren’t getting stronger with every bite they took, but something linking them together was. I couldn’t see it, but I felt it taking all the warmth outta the air, and seething with rage and triumph. All that anger turned ‘round and ‘round, focusing itself, waiting until it was strong enough to strike.

And it was gonna strike at Annie.

She was squashed into a corner, holding a broken-off bed rail in one hand and a bedside lamp without a shade in the other. The closest dead doctor wasn’t more than a couple feet from her. I thought maybe he was dead ‘cause he’d put himself between her an’ the patients who were now eating him. She looked half scared to death, and all determined not to die.

Took me about half a second to take all that in. I was kicking the first patient off the doctor at the door before I was even done looking around. The patient snarled an’ I swung my IV pole like a bat, cracking him along the jaw. He fell back and didn’t move again, which was enough for me. The second one wasn’t quite eating anybody yet. I kicked him away, too, and winced when he clobbered his head on a bed leg. Dunno why that bothered me when hitting him myself wouldn’t have, but he slumped, dazed, and that was all that really mattered.

The next couple of patients were women, and any other time I mighta had a problem with that, too. Guessed I wasn’t so chivalrous when there were folks eating other people’s eyebrows. The fourth one went down, leaving four or five more to go, but a scream rose up outta the air and the cold anger gathering pulled itself together enough to have a shape. It pulled the patients with it as it moved. Even the ones I’d knocked out slithered along the floor, dragged by