"Red Alert. Red Alert. Biohazard detected."

Richter looked up from his dismal instruction manual. Yesterday a guard gave him the instruction manual for a DVD player. If he figured out how to repair it, the beatings would stop for a week, or so the guard promised.

This cell was modest, quite a bit larger than his normal cell. He was moved for some reason, which scared him more than usual. The Doctor was on the other side of the base, why was he taken here?

"Ground Zero, Cell Block Alpha Romeo."

"That's my cell block...", Richter said to himself. Before he could say anything else, a female guard burst into his cell, pushing him against the wall. She locked it after she entered, and leaned in the opposite corner.

"Stay away and I'll let you stay in here.", was all she said. Her name tag read 'Rosemary', and was torn in places. She wasn't bleeding, but she was breathing heavily, like she had just run for a long time. Richter hatched a plan.

Rosemary was met with a swift fist to her face, slamming her against the wall. While she was down, Richter took the keys, and her gun, and unlocked the cell. What to do from here was a mystery, but at least he was free.

His former cell was a manual key, these were electric. Garth shoved the key into the emergency release lock, then twisted it sideways until it broke. The other doors opened, releasing hardened criminals and thugs.

Exactly his kind of people.

Richter looked around a bit more. There was a computer nearby, with a shotgun propped up against it. Hopefully one of the other prisoners could make use of it.

The keyboard was loud. Unusually loud. The keys annoyed him as he typed, a dull clicking with each press.

Someone came from behind him, moaning softly. "Quit moaning, you sound like you have lung cancer or something.", Richter said, typing on the computer.

Hands were placed on his shoulders, causing Richter to kick the chair back, knocking himself and whoever grabbed him to the ground.

Richter was quick to his feet. "Listen jackass, I didn't open the cell to.....get....my.."

The man he knocked down was the doctor's assistant, who was missing half of his neck and most of his jaw.

"Zombie!", Richter screamed, forgetting his pistol and grabbing the chair. Again and again he struck the zombie down, blood was everywhere.

To prevent more undead from entering he pushed the desk in front of the door, with great difficulty. Noone else was coming out of their cells, was he alone here?

"Hello?", Richter asked, looking at the cells. He was alone on this cell block, but there was a door in the corner, possibly leading to more cells.