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I know, that's what he was referring to as the "horrific facial injury".
I knew exactly what it was. There was only one thing that I saw on that counter, after all. I quickly swung the blunt side of the ax at the man's arm, trying to stop it before he cut me with the scalpel.
I quickly backed away and raised my ax defensively. "Back up or you're dead, I'm warning you." This guy was definitely different than the rest of them. He wasn't a zombie, but there was definitely something wrong with him aside from the horrific facial injury. I didn't know if I could take another person's life... but... if it's kill or be killed, I'm not going to be killed!
I grimaced and picked up the key, then stood up and looked around to see if the room had a sink. I wanted to wash the blood off as soon as possible. If I ran into another person and they somehow had no idea what the hell was going on, I'd rather them not assume that I've done something horrible. I mean an ax and bloody hands don't make the best combination for making a good first impression.
I grimaced as I took in the grotesque scene. "Urgh..." I looked around and then noticed the shiny object lying in the pool of blood. I walked over to it and knelt down to get a better look at it.
I remembered that room with the bloody scalpel. "...I really don't want to go in there..." I sighed softly and returned to the room where I had seen the overturned bed and the bloody scalpel. Chances are... there's a dead body in here. If I'm lucky, it's not one that's coming back. Hopefully, it'll have a key on it. I slowly pushed the door open, my ax at the ready for anything that might pop out at me.
Well, I had maybe two or three options here. I could break down the door with the ax which could cause a whole lot of noise and attract anything that may be in here, I could go look for the key to this door, which may not even be in this building, or I could try to pick the lock, which I have no idea how to do. The best idea would probably look for an employee break room or back at the counter in case there was a spare key in one of the drawers or if someone left behind a master key, surely the janitor would have such a thing since they would have to clean up in there.

I decided to head back to the reception desk first to check and see if there was a key in one of the drawers or just lying out in the open.
I picked up the ax. "This will be way better than the pocket knife... at least now I have something that I'll be able to really defend myself with against those freaks..." How could zombies actually exist? I thought that they were just grotesque fantasies for people to enjoy, or conspiracy and doomsday nutjobs to get scared over. I let out a deep sigh. "This is all so fucked up..." I noticed the newspaper on the counter, and picked it up, folding it up and putting it in my backpack to read later.

"They've gone quiet. I have a bad feeling about this." Whatever they were doing right now, it at least bought me a little time to start searching for that bar. I began going through the clinic's halls, peeking into rooms and trying to be as quiet as I can, trying to find an office for a phone or a storage area where they might store the bar.
I quickly ran in, and shut the doors behind me, pressing my body against them in an attempt to make sure that they stay shut. "Dammit..." I looked around quickly and saw that the door could be barred. "God dammit, where's the bar!?" I looked around, but couldn't see anything from where I was standing. However, I did see the couch. It wouldn't last that long, however, it'd at least buy me a few minutes before they swarmed the door. I quickly ran over to it and began pushing it in front of the door, normally, this would be a very arduous task for someone was weak as I am, however, powered by adrenaline, I managed to push it in front of the door in a matter of seconds.

I panted softly and then quickly ran behind the desk, looking for something that might be able to act as a bar. If they were to keep something like a bar, then obviously it would need to be somewhere close, however not out in public where someone could just take it or accidentally damage it, and would normally only be accessible to those that worked at the clinic.
I coughed a bit at the horrendous stench. I hoped to god that the doors were unlocked, they looked strong enough to hold off the zombies for a while if I barricaded and locked them. I ran to the clinic's doors and tried to open them. "C'mon, open, open, please!"
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