THE DEATH OF DR BERTY JONES.
Bert slammed the door to his lab shut, weak and confused he sat down in his chair slumping forward over his desk, the green medical bag slung over his shoulder slid to the floor, the picture of his wife and daughters stained with blood still clenched in his fist.
He could hear them outside, small hands scraping at the door, trying to get to him, Never did he think this could happen,
'well it wouldn't have'
he thought 'if only them bastards on the board would have listen to me, and not fired my arse I wouldn't of had to continue with my experiments in the basement.'
Bert had some crazy ideas, he was a doctor for many years and had worked with people -as well as animals- in places all over the world and over time grew an obsession with the effects of animal diseases on humans.
After his superiors at the lab grew tired of his ramblings he was fired and took to mixing potent venoms with Rabies, to see if he could somehow cure it.
That was not the case and what he had unwittingly done is unleashed a sickening disease that took over the body within hours, the boby would then become a host.
'I was only messing about with rats, how did they get that strong? HOW DID THEY GET OUT?!'
He spoke aloud as if hoping for a reply
Those tiny hands, scraping barely half way up the door, filled with boils oozing pus to spread more decease, those bulging eyes barley contained in their tiny skulls, their mouths dripping with blood and the gaps in their teeth filled with the flesh that belonged to their mother, that's who was at the door. Those sweet faces in the picture. -gone.-
'Never bring your work home with you'
he muttered to himself.
His arm was throbbing, an open wound seeping a reddish-yellow pus out onto his forearm, the pain slowly crept up his arm and across his chest, the blood in his veins thicken and felt like hot oil burning as it pumped round his body, his heart pounding like an angry drummer to compensate.
As he lay his head on the desk staring at the picture he could feel the life force draining from his body and fought to stay conscious, the darkness swept over like a dense fog, he tried to fight it and continue to draw breath, but it was too late, as he struggled to inhale one last time his eyes rolled back into his head, his eyes closed and as the air escaped his lungs, two word where whispered.
-Written By Jimmy Gunn--2012-
I've took on board what you said a had look over it, hopefully it is an improvement.