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I hate hospitals.
When I was sick, when I started to get sick, I was sent to a place like this. Sterile, clean, an unhappy place where the sick and the dying have to go for a better chance to get better. Most of the time, they don't. I was place in the children ward with all the other kids but I didn't really talk to them much. When I had the energy I did but that was far and few in-between. When the doctors couldn't find anything my parents took me out, saying that they'll find a way to help me. I smiled at the way they told the doctors off.
But now, as I walk through the first floor of the hospital, things are not the same. Everything is in disarray, dirty with bloody walls. Beds are turned over to make cover from whatever happened here and the faint groans and moans from those who did not make it outside.
"Can I...help you?" I turn to see a female walker dresses in torn business clothes with bite marks all over here, her face distorted after the days of decay.
"I'm looking for a few things. Manly oxygen tanks and medications. Do you know where I can find them?" I asked her and she seemed to pause for a moment before 'walking' over to a dead doctor, even more torn up then herself.
"She...needs medical assistance. Where...are the...supplies?" She asked him and he answered where to get them. She turned to me and groaned, "Third floor. Stairways are clear, be careful." She said and I thanked her. I shrugged the bag on my shoulders and took out my flashlight, carefully walking up the stairs to the third floor. Once I reached the third floor, it was easy for me to find. Hospital people were wandering the halls, asking me where were they and if I can help them. I took the knife Glenn gave me and quickly ended their suffering but going behind them and sticking my knife through the back of their head. I watched them drop to the ground in thuds, letting the tears fall freely down my face as I went from room to room, looking for the things I needed. I stuffed my bag full of things that were needed, medications and syringes, simple aspirin and pain killers, and the list of medications that the old people actual need for balance blood pressure, their sugar, and everything else. The only thing that will be difficult is lugging all the tanks back. I can carry maybe two but what I really want is something to carry more. I looked everywhere and managed to find a cart to carry the air tanks in but I had to move everything downstairs before getting the carry down the steps too.
After the fifth trip, I had to stop. I pulled out my water bottle and downed half of that and a candy bar that one of the men gave me along with some beans and crackers. They're waiting for me in one of the allies in a few hours judging by my stop watch. Six hours. I have six hours before they come and if I don't show up I'm on my own. After I rested for a bit I went back at it. I filled up the cart with the air tanks then placed the bags on top of those. I thanked the woman and the doctor, killing them too before going outside. The sun was setting, the shadows creeping up on the building as the many groans of the walkers echoed everywhere.
"Hello...Hope."
I froze.
That voice.
It made my brain hurt and ache and made this foul smelling appear in my nose that makes me want to gag. I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe, and my voice caught in my throat.
"Hope...it's...so good...to see you." I turned around and saw him, my eyes wide and my jaw opened slightly.
"You."
"After...all this time...you still look...so...beautiful." He walked towards me, moving like one of those things.
"Marcus. You're..."
"Still here? Of course. I'll always...be...here. I...love you Hope. I...always have. Ever since I saw you when...you were little...I knew I wanted you. So...perfect." He was getting closer, but my feet wouldn't move. "Now...I can be with you...forever. Together. For...so long...I dreamed of touching your skin...out bodies together and maybe...one day...I can see you...sitting in the sun...large with my child...growing within you." His disfigured hand reached out to touch me and my scream broke. I moved to the side, catching the wheel of the cart and fell hard. Marcus came with me, landing on top of me, growling and lifted my arm, biting down.
I screamed.
I screamed so loud I thought my throat would explode or something.
Just when I thought my life would end with the monster who destroyed my safety and my life, he was gone. Ripped away from me by twenty walkers. Doctors, normal people, anyone who was near me came to my rescue. Marcus screamed. They tore him apart and smashed his head in with rubble and whatever was around. I sat watching, clutching my arm to stop the blood, knowing that the bite mark will scar. Once the screaming died down and I could no longer feel Marcus in my mind as a walker three of the doctors came to my aid with bloody bandages. They helped me wrapped the wound tightly, holding it in place as I tied it tightly. They helped me up, gathering myself before repaying their help. Once they were all dead I had to pick up the slack. I only had a few minutes before the men would return and right now all I want to do is sleep in my tent.
I'm so tired.
I'm getting sick and tired of this shit.
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Daryl, Rick, and T-Dog found us as soon as I got back. When the men picked me up, they questioned the bandage and I lied, telling them that I got corned and cut myself on a piece of metal I didn't see as I ran through one of the halls. Rick made a deal with the head man and in return we got to leave in exchange for some of the pain pills I got.
"You okay?" I turned my head to see Daryl standing by me as I helped an old woman with her new gas tank.
"Yeah, a little shaken but I'm okay." I told him and finished up. The old woman thanked me and we left the woman alone. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him looking at my bandage. "I'm fine. It's just a scratch. I wasn't watching where I was going and I was lucky enough so that it was no deep and I had things to patch it up with.
"Are you sure you're okay? Let me take a look at it." Daryl reached for it and I pulled away from him, a frown on my face.
"I said I was okay. I'm sorry; I can take care of myself." I said and walked away from him, tears in my eyes.
They can't know. They'll kill me if they knew what was beneath it. I feel so wrong to keep something from them but I have to. For my own curiosity and as a backup plan in case...in case they don't believe me when I tell them I'm immune. How do you even explain that to people in a world like this?
The walk back to the truck is what killed me. My feet were sore and I was tired. After all that happened I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer, the only thing I wanted to do was sleep in the tent for days. Rick and Daryl didn't see eye to eye on the trade but I knew Rick was just trying to be helpful to those people. They weren't bad people at all. They were just trying to survive like us, only, they had more of a reason to protect their home.
"Be careful out there chicka. Dangerous people out there, not to mention the dead walking around." The man said and gave me a one arm hug before we left.
"I'm not afraid of the dead, not with what I know of them. Living people is what I fear the most." I told him in a calm voice that made him laugh.
"You are a strange girl chicka. I didn't think you'd make it but my boys tell me you were early at the meeting point with almost everything you said you could find. Thank you, by the way. The people here tell me that you've been very kind to them, helping them with stuff we don't know about but the doctors did." He told him and I grabbed a note pad that was near and started to write down some things that they might need to know.
"My parents were scientists and they had every medical and science book know to the world in our...house. I was home schooled so when I got really bored I started to read them. It's amazing what one large thick book could actually be handy in times like these." I handed him the note and he thanked me again.
"I hope you survive all of this. We might need you find a cure or something." I kept my smile on, I had to, to give him hope that there was some tiny sliver to hope that a cure can be made.
Sadly...
There is none...
None from what people have done to find one...
"They'll move out...the walkers I mean. They'll find their way out of the city and when they move you have to hold out and wait till their gone. It's going to get real dangerous, that even those guns can't help you. Promise me that when that time comes you'll hunker down and don't come out." I said and we shook hands. He promised.
I just hope they survive when the walkers do move.
With no more food they'll go looking for it, like everything else in life. No resources you move in order to survive. You die if you stay.
Which is why we need to move as soon as possible too. It's not safe where we are now.
"It's gone." Glenn spoke and that snapped me out of my thoughts. The truck was gone, and without it, it would take us even longer to get back to camp. Merle must've taken it. Which means we gotta double time it back to camp.
"I hope we make it in time." I said as we ran as quick as we could back to camp. "We're miles away from camp."
"Just keep moving. We'll make it." Rick said and we moved faster.
When we neared the camp I hissed in pain as the bite mark on my arm started to sting a little. Daryl gave me a look and I gave him a weak smile but that went away as voices flooded my head. I cried out, one word kept repeating itself, over and over and it made my head hurt.
Meat...meat...meat...meat...
"No."
"Hope, you okay?" Daryl asked, taking my arm when we stopped but I pushed him away, running faster up the trail as we neared the camp.
"No...no." Now screaming could be heard and everyone quickened their pace. And just like the words, what we saw made the tears roll down my cheeks.
Walkers.
Maybe a dozen were attacking everyone, clawing and biting. Gunshots rang out, people and the kids screaming and I...just stood there. Watching. Daryl and Rick went to the others while T-Dog and Glenn fired their shots.
So much killing...
I could feel the walkers leave their bodies as they killed them, one by one...
It made my head hurt...
It made my heart hurt...
I wanted it to stop...
Just...
Stop...
"STOP! STOP ALL OF YOU! JUST STOP!" I screamed. Some walkers did but some wouldn't and I put all I could behind my voice, to command them to stop. "I ORDER YOU TO STOP!"
Then they did.
Everyone stopped, my voice ringing loud as ever, my chest heaving with hard air. The walkers turned their back to the others to face me and I fell to my knees, crying not to me but for them. None of them wanted this and I can hear their own thoughts, crying out too.
Save us...
Free us...
"Just lie down, all of you. Please, lie down and close your eyes. Everything will be alright, I promise you but you just...have to lie down on the ground. Go to sleep. It's over...it's all over." I said to them and the walkers did as they were told to do. One by one they went to the ground, their eyes closed and waiting for their suffering to end. The other stared at me with this look that I hated. I cried more, clutching my chest. "What are you all waiting for?! Just kill them!" I screamed.
Then the gunshots rang out...
Then there was no more...
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