A doubtful adventure

Saving a hero

He remained perfectly still after collapsing onto the floor. Perfect. He must have killed the last monster creeping around here. Finally, because he felt so exhausted, that getting up again would be the most painful thing in the world.

„Okay world." He thought to himself."I'll just….I'll just rest here….Forever…."

He gently drifted away, half asleep half loosing his consciousnes, feeling as his weapon mildly moves out of his hand. Quiet metallic clink let him know that it hit the blood and something like snot covered floor. Forerver…

„Oh my gooood!" He almost jumped after hearing this unbelieveable high pitched tone. It must have been a woman! A crazy woman!

„Shut up Susan! You'll bring even more monsters here."

Yep!It's a woman!

„Damn! Look at this pile of corpses!"

„Thanks to Susan we could be joining this pile of stinky corpses very soon… Stupid bitch."

He thought he heard a soft whining. There were at least three people there.

„Do I wanna meet new people?"He thought again, not even being able to raise an eyelid." I don't wanna meet any more people. I wanna sleep. Leave me alone!"

He remained perfectly still. Because that was the only thing he could do.

„Hey! Oh hey! There's a human!"

„Oh no…No, no no… I'm not a human you asshole… You mistaken me with a zombie physician. I eat guys like you!" He thought again, feeling as his hearing sense and mostly all the other senses come alive. Nothing was isolating him from all the soreness and pain of his body now. And still he could not move much. He didn't want to.

„Okay…" This voice came from such a close distance. He could feel someone's presence just next to him. This is so embarrassing… Soft touch on his neck creeeped him out causing a slight spasm all over his body.

„Aaagh!" Shouted the person beside him."Yes, he's definitely alive. Son of the bitch… I was hoping just to get his guns and walk away!"

„Whaaa?" Thought Gordon."You wanna take away my guns? You prick!"

And suddenly a rush of adrenaline raised his chest to breath deepely. He felt people next to him moving back a little. He pulled himself together, opened his eyes and saw a terrified face of a man wering a medium size afro, looking as he was expecting Freeman to kill him with his bare hands. And Freeman was ready to do it. Immediately.

So he rushed even more, pushed himself up. The skinny man took a few steps away with his eyes getting wider and wider. The woman in the background was gasping for air, trembling with fear.

„I got you now assholes." He thought he was just saying this in his mind but he realized that he said that out loud to this innocent survivals. He felt amazingly stupid and ashamed. And collapsed with a thud.

The big guy next to Susan let himself to blink. The afro man just stood there…

„Yee….yes…yes….He's definietly alive. Who wants to carry him?" He said finally.

A sudden moan woke him up. It was his own voice! Then the pain that was tearing apart his leg made him almost scream. He could afford to open his eyes now. Lying on a very nice bed, like he hasn't seen one for years now…Or maybe just three days…

They were doing something to his leg! Probably chopping it off with a blunt, rusty tool! He could see how many bruisese were hiding under his suit! Slowly raised his shaking arm , revealing a puzzle of scratches and bloody to violet stains. His both legs didn't look any better…

„Wait a minute. Where am I?"

In a moment of sheer panic, he tried to kick his way out to freedom. Some woman shouted as his leg punched her pretty hard in the face. The other one jumped away, avoiding a direct hit.

He screamed once again as a sharp pain went through all of his muscles. Not being able to identify if it's just a wound, exhaustion result or something more.

„You won't eat me! Asshole zombies!" He shouted and got ready to spring out of bed with one abrupt move. Damn! He felt so much better despite pain!

„Morphine!" Said a loud voice from behind.

Strong arms pulled him down into the sheets . No… he was not that much better. He could stand but hands grabbing him made him realize, he's still so weak… Gentle pinch in his neck ended up all emotional bursts. In a minute a nice and too much familiar high drifted him again into the land of the most comfortable bed sheets he has ever lay on.

„Jesus Christ!" Said Wendy applying a paper towel to stoop the bleeding from her lower lip."Fucking walking panic! This guy needs a therapy. He's traumatised!"

„He almost broke your teeth!" Said the other woman. She was feeling anger mixed with diluted empathy for this guy. Quite a nice guy, actually…

„Who the hell decided to take him here?" Exclaimed Wendy again."Heshould be tied up to the bed all the fuckin time!"

„Freaking crazy soldier!" Said Big Mark.

„You see!" Afro man raised his palms open. "A fucking killing machine…" He felt so enthusiastic.

„I'm not sure if he is a soldier."

„Yeah. More like an engineer or somethin… Orange does not fit soldier much. Unless you fight on an orange planet…"

„Who cares? He can be very useful once he recovers!"Afro man hit his palm with a fist. „He must have killed dozens of zombies!"

„You better be right! My back still hurts from carring this heavy asshole and this gay orange suit!"

„I'm not gay, you assholes…" Whispered Gordon absentmindedly with his eyes closed.

Everybody looked at him dazed.

Afro man laughed nervously. „I'll do the talking once he wakes up and decides not to kill us…"

Freeman started snoring.