Chapter Six
"It has been two days since we arrived here in this strange laboratory. Faladon has died, sadly. Sarah is showing signs of recovering after we, Jewel and I, administered the antidote to her. She was infected with the virus. Faladon gave his life for hers, that lovely person. I don't think Sarah knows, she and he were lovers from hearsay. I pity the poor woman. She is only eighteen; Faladon was only seventeen. I don't know if her young heart can take the grief. My twenty-three year old heart barely did. Onto other subjects:
"This lab is abnormal. I see Afflicted around every corner, but, if Jewel is with me, they don't even move towards me, or anywhere. She exerts some sort of control over them, of which, I have not learned. I don't know what day or time it is, my watch was taken by Jewel in return for her security. So, on that note, I stop writing, for I must plan my escape."
Dory stopped writing on the old typewriter, content with its contents. She smiled a hopeful smile. They would escape, her and Sarah, and they would get out of this town. Hopefully. An afterthought.
She stood and walked into the small room that held Sarah. Jewel was in there, toying with some test tubes and vials. In one was a greenish liquid, and in the other was an amber fluid, like that of apple cider.
Sarah lie on the floor, on top of a mattress, covered by a sheet. Her brown eyes were open, now gathering their vibrant glow once more. Dory and her both had new clothes that, however simple, were comfortable.
So Dory entered, her footfalls heralding her entrance. She looked towards Jewel, "Can we leave, Sarah and I?" she asked innocently. "No," replied Jewel quickly, as though she had expected the question. Jewel bit her lip in thought.
"Y'know what?" she offered. "You can go, as long as you'd like to deal with my child, Sans. He'd be most happy to show you the way, though to where, I know not."
Dory winced at the thought of having to encounter that monster again. But she already knew the layout of the underground laboratory, she debated. Couldn't she escape and still avoid the creature?
Well, I'll have to, she decided. I can't stay in this hole forever. "Okay, I'll go," she announced. "I'll take Sarah as well!" she exclaimed.
Now it was Jewel's turn to wince. "What?" she asked incredulously, glaring at Dorris. Her chest was heaving, and she had a manic gleam to her eyes. "You can't leave!" she implored Dory.
"You said I could and I am!" Dory contorted with determination. "Now, I'd like to have my weapons back, if you please," she bidded, for Jewel had confiscated the two's weapons the first day they had arrived.
Now Jewel was genuinely worried. "Well. if you go, then I shall leave as well," she offered. "Sure, if you'd like," Dory told her. Sarah stirred in the bed, "We're leaving?" she asked Dory. "Yes," she answered, helping her out of the bed.
Sarah smiled, a strange sight now that her features had been dulled by the virus. Her eyes now brightened with hope. She had wanted to leave before she had even arrived in the laboratory, but she couldn't speak it, for she had been too weary and sick and unconscious.
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So the three left the building, never meeting the monster, though they noticed that Jewel had some sort of remote control bracelet that flashed a red light at regular intervals. They reached the hospital doors.
The Afflicted had taken their leave, they found after exiting the building in a flurry. There was nothing in the grass as well, leaving the trio a sense of security. They hadn't seen any zombies so far, and they were now to the hole that Fal had made in the chain link fence.
Sarah paused here, a frown on her face. She kneeled down to pick up a small thing from the ground. Sarah placed it to her face and sobbed. This continued but for a few seconds, stopped by a thud to the group's left, from inside the building they had stayed at when Sarah had first been infected.
They reached the steel door where Dory had received the scratch she still bore. It was slightly ajar. Before they entered the building, though, Dory asked Sarah something.
"What was it you picked up?" she bidded Sarah. "A button," Sarah replied slowly. "And what was so unique about the button?" Dory asked, though she already knew the answer. "It was Faladon's," she answered bluntly. Dory stayed silent afterward.
"It has been two days since we arrived here in this strange laboratory. Faladon has died, sadly. Sarah is showing signs of recovering after we, Jewel and I, administered the antidote to her. She was infected with the virus. Faladon gave his life for hers, that lovely person. I don't think Sarah knows, she and he were lovers from hearsay. I pity the poor woman. She is only eighteen; Faladon was only seventeen. I don't know if her young heart can take the grief. My twenty-three year old heart barely did. Onto other subjects:
"This lab is abnormal. I see Afflicted around every corner, but, if Jewel is with me, they don't even move towards me, or anywhere. She exerts some sort of control over them, of which, I have not learned. I don't know what day or time it is, my watch was taken by Jewel in return for her security. So, on that note, I stop writing, for I must plan my escape."
Dory stopped writing on the old typewriter, content with its contents. She smiled a hopeful smile. They would escape, her and Sarah, and they would get out of this town. Hopefully. An afterthought.
She stood and walked into the small room that held Sarah. Jewel was in there, toying with some test tubes and vials. In one was a greenish liquid, and in the other was an amber fluid, like that of apple cider.
Sarah lie on the floor, on top of a mattress, covered by a sheet. Her brown eyes were open, now gathering their vibrant glow once more. Dory and her both had new clothes that, however simple, were comfortable.
So Dory entered, her footfalls heralding her entrance. She looked towards Jewel, "Can we leave, Sarah and I?" she asked innocently. "No," replied Jewel quickly, as though she had expected the question. Jewel bit her lip in thought.
"Y'know what?" she offered. "You can go, as long as you'd like to deal with my child, Sans. He'd be most happy to show you the way, though to where, I know not."
Dory winced at the thought of having to encounter that monster again. But she already knew the layout of the underground laboratory, she debated. Couldn't she escape and still avoid the creature?
Well, I'll have to, she decided. I can't stay in this hole forever. "Okay, I'll go," she announced. "I'll take Sarah as well!" she exclaimed.
Now it was Jewel's turn to wince. "What?" she asked incredulously, glaring at Dorris. Her chest was heaving, and she had a manic gleam to her eyes. "You can't leave!" she implored Dory.
"You said I could and I am!" Dory contorted with determination. "Now, I'd like to have my weapons back, if you please," she bidded, for Jewel had confiscated the two's weapons the first day they had arrived.
Now Jewel was genuinely worried. "Well. if you go, then I shall leave as well," she offered. "Sure, if you'd like," Dory told her. Sarah stirred in the bed, "We're leaving?" she asked Dory. "Yes," she answered, helping her out of the bed.
Sarah smiled, a strange sight now that her features had been dulled by the virus. Her eyes now brightened with hope. She had wanted to leave before she had even arrived in the laboratory, but she couldn't speak it, for she had been too weary and sick and unconscious.
* * * * * * * * * * *
So the three left the building, never meeting the monster, though they noticed that Jewel had some sort of remote control bracelet that flashed a red light at regular intervals. They reached the hospital doors.
The Afflicted had taken their leave, they found after exiting the building in a flurry. There was nothing in the grass as well, leaving the trio a sense of security. They hadn't seen any zombies so far, and they were now to the hole that Fal had made in the chain link fence.
Sarah paused here, a frown on her face. She kneeled down to pick up a small thing from the ground. Sarah placed it to her face and sobbed. This continued but for a few seconds, stopped by a thud to the group's left, from inside the building they had stayed at when Sarah had first been infected.
They reached the steel door where Dory had received the scratch she still bore. It was slightly ajar. Before they entered the building, though, Dory asked Sarah something.
"What was it you picked up?" she bidded Sarah. "A button," Sarah replied slowly. "And what was so unique about the button?" Dory asked, though she already knew the answer. "It was Faladon's," she answered bluntly. Dory stayed silent afterward.