AN Hey guys, I forgot to put a note on the last chapter but oh well. I'm probably going to drag this fanfic out very long. I have high hopes for it (even though The Stand fanbase is small). Do me a favor and favorite/follow and leave a review!
"Did you hear that?" I ask nervously looking at the people sitting around me. The military officer looks at me a little confused.
"What are you talking about?" Stu asks looking up at me.
"The woman's voice, she told me we…" I hesitate not feeling it's safe to say what she said in front of the military.
"Never mind, I must have been imagining it."
The officer pulls out a walkie-talkie and buzzes it, "Are hallucinations a side effect of the virus?"
"How the hell would I know?" The voice sternly yells on the opposite end.
"Sorry, right," The officer puts the walkie-talkie down and for a moment I catch a sad look on his face, but it returns to his casual glare too quick for me to be sure. I want to yell at him that I'm not sick, that this is a waste of time. The other two in the truck are coughing, but Stu and I seem fine. But I don't think a simple I feel fine is going to cut it. I know that I'm going to be tested, and if that voice is real I might get sick and die in Braintree.
We arrive in Braintree that night and are immediately put on a plane to the Vermont Center for Disease Control. The plane ride is long and even more boring than the first ride. My light green tank top is soaked with sweat, and it will probably stay this way until we get to the CDC and they force me to be clean. The jeans I wear seem to be sticking to my legs and I can feel my feet squish in my shoes. I am disgusted and pull my sweaty hair in a ponytail.
"I would kill for a shower," I mutter to Stu.
He laughs, "Me too, I have to piss."
"Why didn't you go when they offered to take us?" I ask laughing.
Stu shrugs with a smile, "I didn't have to then."
I roll my eyes and lean my head on the head rest of the seat, "How long do you think we'll be held up here?"
He looks around before saying, "I don't know, the sickness seems to be spreading.
I open my mouth to tell him there is no way that it's spreading, but what do I know? So instead I just nod and keep quiet.
It's not easy to sleep on a plane, especially with half the plane coughing and sneezing. All I want is to be home right now.
We landed in Vermont a few hours later; the truck ride to the CDC was much like the ride to Braintree. The CDC is an enormous place with fluorescent lighting and doctors running all around. I catch a glimpse at a TV as I'm being led to my room.
"The so called Super Flu has infected millions across the country. Hospitals are being filled up by the minute…"
Someone turned off the TV and we began walking faster. The officers hand us all over to the doctors now. Stu and I are separated and I don't even get to say goodbye. The doctor wears a suit that reminds me of Ghost Busters for some reason. It's green and marshmallowy. They let me shower and then give me some new clothes. The clothes are a simple white shirt and blue sweatpants.
"What about my clothes?" I ask referring to the bag I brought.
"You won't need them, here." The doctor hands me the stack of books and rubix cube I brought.
"Everything you need will be provided for you," the doctor says before shutting me in my room. It's more like a prison cell with a hospital bed. A single shelf, which I sit the few belongings I brought on, sits in the corner. Next to the shelf is a hospital bed with equipment I am not familiar with strewn around it. There's a small bathroom at the end of the room. A television hangs casually on the wall with a remote on the chair in front of it.
But directly in front of me is a long mirror pane, which I automatically know to be a two way mirror. The doctors will be keeping a close eye on all of us to better understand the virus. I still feel fine though, I guess that's a good thing though.
I know one thing for sure, I won't be seeing Stu for a while.