Dead Sun Rising; Chapter 1, p.4

We proceeded along the cold corridor, with what i imagined to be wind blowing in our faces. If i was right, maybe we were on the right path out of here. There was something i really couldn't get away from though, a worry nagging me in the back of my head. Those people i heard before, what happened to them? They couldn't just have all disappeared right? Argh, I better let it go before it eats me up. No pun intended.
The corridor was just about as empty as one would expect with little to no sound reverberating on the cold stone walls.

Hey Nails... This might not be the best question to ask right now but do you know anything about where we are?
… No. All I really remember Is Panic...
I... See.
And you uh... Chris, do you remember anything?
No, not really. All I can remember is panicked steps, a lot of them, a massive headache when I woke up and not much else. Rrgh, this lack of information is killing me!
Bad choice of words...
Uh... Sorry...

Seeing no point in continuing after I unwittingly killed the mood, we kept going straight until we actually had no other choice. We were facing what looked like another one of those vault type doors, but it was hard to see in the bad light. So I put Sophie down and started to feel my way around the door to see if I could grab a hold of any handle.
After around 20 seconds of fumbling around for a handle, I finally found one and started to twist the handle, I noticed that this didn't open the door though so I asked nails to look for any other handle, which she did after a while. When we finally got the door to open, a horrid smell seeped out of the crack in the door and it overwhelmed us both like a tidal wave of sour lemon which caused us both to start coughing like madmen.
I opened the door fully with a little help from Nails and it was pitch black in there. I didn't exactly feel comfortable walking in there without any source of light but was impatient to get out of there. My common sense tingled a bit though about the potential dangers that might be ahead of us so I consulted Nails about what we should do. The response was as expected, that she didn't want to go in there and I understood her. The following scream from there though made me instinctively react and so I lifted Sophie up again and told her that I was going in there.
Without looking back, I ran in to the darkness in some vain attempt to try and save whomever was in there. I just hoped that I wasn't about to become lunch for any eventual lurking horrors.
Walking around in pitch black darkness isn't the most fun thing i've been through, let me tell you that. Ever tried walking around with your eyes closed? It's very much like that.
Feeling as I entered an abyss of some kind, I started walking around trying to locate where the source of the sounds was coming from but I was starting to feel more and more stupid with every step I took.
Then the light hit me, quite literally. It felt like a punch in the face when all the bright light started lighting up one by one. I was so surprised by this that I dropped Sophie on the floor and started trying to cover my face as a reaction after becoming severely blinded.
I don't know for how long my vision failed me, but it really felt like an eternity and the voice got higher pitched, and a chorus of moaning followed shortly after which quite quickly caught my attention.
Trying to see again with watery eyes, I stepped forward and slipped on something and banged my head on the stone floor. Lying there for a couple of seconds, I tried getting up again and when my vision cleared shortly after... It was a tragedy to behold.
It was like stepping into a butchers house. Except the subjects on the various meat hooks hanging from the ceiling and large room wasn't animals and animal parts.
It was humans.

Dead Sun Rising; Chapter 1, p.3

Chapter 1

Proceeding down the long corridor with Sophie in my arms, the only thing i could think of was regret and why i wasn't more cautious than I was. Then again, thinking retrospectively would help me nothing since I had no idea that I was going to face live and authentic zombies when I woke up here. Again, wherever the hell “here” was. The smell of blood followed me like filth in a bordello, with Sophie’s neck wound leaving a trail thick with blood. I stopped for a bit, tearing of a bit of my shirt (Albeit with much struggle and a lot of teeth) and started tying it around the neck wound. It felt inproper of me to just leave it like that. I had to find a proper place to bury her though, but holding on to her full weight in my arms was beginning to take it's toll and her head bobbed bizarrely up and down, like a bobble head when finger-flicked on.
When I finally arrived at a T-formed juncture, I put her down for a bit for a second time to rest my tired arms and tried to discern if there was any sound coming from either of the opposite directions. Much to my dismay, I heard no sound other than wind howling down the direction I came from. Finding a coin in my pocket, I call heads for left and tails for right. Flipping it and praying for good luck, it showed heads. So I picked Sophie up and slowly moved on the the left of the T-formed juncture. Stumbling on, I finally heard a sound of something muffled along the corridor.
I hurry on to the source of the sound and after a while of power-walking I finally found a door, I put Sophie down gently on the rock floor and moved as silently as I could towards the door. When I put my ear to it, I heard a soft muffled sound that sounded vaguely human. I decided to take a peek on what's in there, so I turned the two handles on the valve looking bunker door to find three things; A light hanging over a operating table, a nude woman strapped to the operating table and different tools used for surgery atop of a trolley.
The gag tied around her mouth explained the muffled sound and I hurried to free her of her shackles. What I saw when I approached the woman was a woman in her mid teens, probably around 18 years old with red flaming hair and a rather petite physique, probably no longer in height then 1.60 cm. Nevertheless, she wasn't directly hurting my eyes with her pretty looks.
When i finally freed her, she threw herself of the operating table in what I imagined to be mortal panic onto the cold rock floor with a loud thud shortly followed by a whimpering crying sound. Regaining my senses, I took off my jacket in an attempt to at least cover some of her decency and inspected her further. She didn't seem bitten, or wounded for that matter in any of the places I saw before I covered her up a bit. After going through a state of hyperventilation, paranoia and a few punches to my body, she seemed to regain her senses and calmed down. A tried to ask her in a low tone:

- Hi... Um, this might not be the best question to ask right now but how are you?
- …
- I see. Well then, I guess I have to entertain you by telling a bit about myself. I'm Chris, your average teenage-adult and I grew up in...

Little by little, she seemed to smile a bit more as I pulled out my entire repertoire of bad jokes, slightly exaggerated funny moments in my life and general stories about me. When we finally returned to reality, she introduced herself as Nails. Apparently, her real name was Jessica but since she always chewed on her nails, she earned herself the nickname Nails in middle school and apparently, it stuck to her ever since.
To this day, the power of the right words in the right time to calm people down simply amazes me. I had an idea, though it felt a bit inappropriate and a bit like desecrating a corpse but corpses need no clothes and so I asked her to wait where she was. I stripped down the body of Sophie to her underwear. Returning with the clothes in hand, I gave them to her and turned around in a show of respect to let her dress without me ogling her.
After a minute or two of cursing about the clothes, she looked much more decent and I told her that we needed to get moving because it wasn't safe here. Surprisingly, she asked no questions about it and just gave me a simple nod so I stepped outside the room, told her to stop and grabbed the two largest and sharpest looking operational tools I could find. Incidentally, I found a tool for dissecting the ribcage of a human and a scalpel.
Taking those and a bit of antiseptics hidden in the underside of the trolley, I stepped outside to lift up the corpse of Sophie. Nails looked at the corpse a bit, but decided to ask no questions about it, the looks I gave the corpse every now and then probably told her everything she needed to know about the situation.