Snippet #1694497

I eventually woke, everything was blurry. I was in a room, at the door was a man pushing furniture against the door. I could hear voices.
"We have to kill him! Do you see the bite marks. He's one of them" One man said, His voice sounded echoed and I could barely see him in my blurry vision.
I looked at my hand and my arm, it was covered in bandages that were soaked in blood. The mattress I was lying on was also soaked in blood.
"He's awake!" The other man said.
The first man pointed what looked like a gun. "Say something, speak, FUCKING SPEAK!" He sounded aggressive. I was too scared to speak, what was going on?
"I'm not gonna ask you again! FUCKING ANSWER ME!!!!" He yelled.
"STOP!" I yelled.
He lowered his gun. "Thank GOD! I don't believe it, I'm not a killer, I'm a dentist."
"You ok, son?" A Texan asked me.
"Yeah, but what the fuck is going on???" I asked.
"We don't know, none of us do."
"What happened to me earlier?"
"When I saw you, you were hurt pretty bad, your body was covered in bite marks."
"Huh? What? That doesn't sound good."
"You're lucky to be alive, son."
He put a T-shirt and jeans next to me.
"Put These on, your other clothes are soaked in blood and torn to hell. Stay here for now, it's still safe in here but There's still rioting outside"
I put on the clothes and sat on a worn out couch.