Vampire's Day (Book 1): Epicenter by Yuri Hamaganov

nurse’s uniform.
    “Go!”
    They again pushed him into the crowded corridor and quickly headed forward, until they ended up in the parking lot in front of a small truck.
    “Climb in the van!”
    He and the nurse were pushed into the truck that left for somewhere at great speed. He tried to talk to the nurse, but his voice was drowned by a jumble of sounds. Outside there was roaring fire, and shots, then the truck stopped so abruptly that they were cast against the front wall.
    “Get out!”
    They were in some hospital courtyard, standing next to a broken ambulance. There is a skyscraper burning in front of them, flames engulfing a dozen floors. He saw people jumping out of windows, but the man in black was not interested. He pushed him forward, putting in hands a cart from the supermarket.
    “Where are we going? Why?”
    “It’s necessary to take all the medicines. You must start work as soon as possible, we have many wounded. Come on!”
    There were lockers filled with medications, and he began to throw them in the cart, as if making a purchase.
    “Hey, I remember you. Yeah, you’re the doctor from some children's hospital. When I came there, you were talking to some girl. We came in the occupied car, and brought wounded, but the guard suspected us and started shooting. The cops were close by and we had to leave. I thought the cops had killed you. Hey, Doc, what are you doing, you don’t remember anything? Well, it happens sometimes after the first dose. Maybe you’ll remember later.”
    He remembered, he remembered it all a moment ago when he picked up the package of disposable syringes. The same package was in his hands when he saw in the mirror a reflection of a man with a small pistol. The surgeon remembered his face. In the hospital, the guard was dressed in a tracksuit. He had portrayed a simple citizen, who brought in an injured woman. The surgeon remembered how his leg had stung like a hot needle, when the man fired. He remembered it and remembered everything that happened next. He remembered how the blood got on his shirt, and remembered who that blood belonged to.
    “Doc, and where you've managed to get the blood, who...“
    The man in the black uniform didn’t finish. Instead he grabbed his throat, which the surgeon had cut through in a precise scalpel move. Blood gushed through the black gloves.
    “I remember. Her name was Dolores. She was eleven years, eight months and two weeks old. I had to operate on her, and she would have gone home today. I remember how I cut her throat, a few minutes after you shot me. I cut her in the same way I’ve cut you. I remember you.”
    He walked over to the corpse, whose feet were still twitching, took the gun, and then turned vampire and put a hand into his inside pocket. Here it’s. The surgeon took a new injection gun and a tight package of thick plastic with capsules filled with blood, took one, looked around, read a small inscription – “12 hours”. Clear. He remembered this device - saw one of the vampires got himself a dose. Now he knew what it is and how it works.
    “We're going back, are you ready?”
    This is the second guard, and a nurse.
    “Yes.”
    He went out to meet them, pressing the machine gun to his thigh, like in the old war movies. He shot a gun for the first time in his life, but it was impossible to miss in the narrow corridor from a distance of two meters, and his hands were holding an AK-47 as confidently as he held a scalpel.
    The nurse and the second guard fell to the floor, punched through by a dozen bullets. He was lucky - none of these bullets would have hit the capsules package, which he was sure the second guard was carrying. They were all are carrying such capsules. Forty-three capsules in two packages, enough for a long time. And here were the keys to the truck.
    First, he decided to leave immediately, but then he changed his mind. It was necessary to return and get the medicines and tools.
    Throwing medicines into the van,