Here's the second chapter…..bye
A/N: No, Tod is not my OC, it's Blade. Just letting ya know ;)
MacTavish half dragged a limp Roach into the store. He placed him down in a corner of the room, and Ghost rushed over.
"Mac…what…." He trailed off in disbelief.
"He wasn't bitten." He said, with his voice breaking. "It was only a scratch, but he got blood and saliva in it. It's definitely infected by now." He added in a low tone to Ghost.
"Tod! Come 'ere!" Ghost called. A tall man peered around the corner of a magazine aisle, and hurried over. Tod had flat black hair and forest green eyes, with a brown complexion, wearing a plain black shirt and jeans.
Tod carefully inspected Roach's slashed arm. His long-sleeve shirt was torn where 3 claw marks ripped it open, and blood poured down his arm.
"It's only a scratch….I think I may know how to fix it, but we will need to go somewhere else. Not a hospital either." He added, placing Roach's arm across his chest. He looked at and MacTavish and Ghost.
"We need a science lab." He looked down at Roach stirring slightly. "And maybe one with those white rooms where they put crazy people."
For 2 days they travelled by car. With Roach getting worse every hour. He was still unconscious, but he kept stirring in his sleep and making small growling sounds. They choose the quietest routes, but sometimes a Walker would hopelessly chase them. They could run, but not at 90 km/h. Tod was going slower as there was a lot of debris on the road from crashes and explosions.
At last, they found an abandoned lab in a city that they had no idea what it was called. It was half destroyed, so that was reasonable.
They pulled up in the deserted carpark, which was the size of an airport carpark. It wasn't completely deserted. A lonely car here, half a Walker there.
Yes, half a Walker. It didn't have any legs, so they paid no attention to it, even though it growled at them.
Ghost and MacTavish supported Roach around their shoulders as Tod led the way. They reached the double doors, but they didn't open. MacTavish slammed his gun into the glass, and the whole door shattered.
They stepped through the broken doors and Tod took the main again, leading them down a hallway, to the right, down another hallway and through another set of double doors. These were the ones that swung open, though. Tod pushed open the doors with no fear of what could be on the other side, he probably forgot that he was living in an apocalyptic world. He forgets important things like that sometimes.
There was something that looked like an operating table in the middle, but it had metal arm restraints on the sides.
Kind of perfect.
Ghost set Roach down onto the table while MacTavish pulled his rifle from his side and aimed at the door, watching for intruders.
Roach was stirring a lot more now, and his eyelids started moving slightly.
"Put his arms in." Tod said. Ghost put his left arm in the restraint while Tod did the other. It was just as well they did, because Roach's eyes snapped open and stared blankly at the white ceiling.
"I'll try to run some blood tests. That will take a while." He hushed.
Ghost nodded and met MacTavish's eyes, then followed him out the doors to clear the building of any stray Walkers.
Sorry these chapters are always kinda short. I'm literally working on 3 stories at a time and trying to do at least one chapter every day.
I kind of have a plan for what I do next, but any ideas are welcome.
Seriously, give me the first thing that comes to your mind….I dare you! All reviews get a cookie!
There will be more, but bye for now kiddos.
-Stay Fierce!