Feel Again

Chapter 11: Sergeant Major of the Army

Dylan wrapped his arm around my shoulders as Tucker lead the way through the refugee section of the wall, where the council camp was. All around us I could see the living surviving after the apocalypse. The exhaustion written on their faces. The dread, tired, and loss of losing their homes, family, and the past they once lived in. A past where it was hopeful of a routine day of family, work, and so much other things that could be impossible to describe.

I looked down to avoid the stares hoping no one will notice what I am. Me being on of their cause of suffering. How us Corpses eat their loved ones, either it be friends, family, or a neighbor. If they knew what it's like for a Corpse's stand point. Know what it's like to derive on primal instincts with an inner monster that desire for human flesh. We are all monster, they kill us out of fear and we kill them out of hunger.

If these people hold this much distaste here, what would Sergeant Major Yorks say. His name is very common around the mall. The man who would kill some Corpses on sight; even if the Corpse isn't eating anybody, just going for a stroll. Practically one of the most wanted to eat humans on the boneys list. If a Corpse killed or ate him, then a boney will give you a reward….whatever that is. Otherwise, the herd tries to stay away from this city including the Wall to avoid this single man.

"Hey, I got your back, Kay." Dylan assured squeezing his arm tighter around me.

I nodded, "Nervous."

"Everybody is." Tucker said. "I don't know how my dad is gonna be. He's practically obsessive with shooting dead people that it might not work."

I stiffened worried if this plan maybe a bad idea. Maybe I should tell Dylan just run with me before the boneys comes so we can divert the scent or something. Dylan sighed; smacking Tucker upside the head then looked at me straight in the eye.

"Hey. No matter what, I promise we stick together." He said.

I nodded, "Everything, is…gonna change."

"That's right." He agreed taking my hand giving a gentle squeeze. "Now stay close to me. Okay?"

"Okay," I said with a nod.

Dylan smiled and continues to follow Tucker never letting go of my hand. All the unknown nervousness vanished knowing Dylan and Tucker are here for me. Hopefully when I see Sergeant Yorks he doesn't shoot me before I can show him my people are changing. Already my heat began to beat in a slow pace. Well not 60 to a 100 beats, but enough to show that it's beating and I'm slowly becoming alive.

We soon reach a storage warehouse where the council occupies. There were countless containers and crates of boxes filled with gun and ammunition being loaded onto trucks and jeeps. I couldn't help but gulp at the sight of weapons, even a few soldiers carrying machetes and crossbows on their backs. Dylan gave another reassuring squeeze, keeping our pace neutral though slightly fast for me. Soon we reached the entrances when a man with tan skin, black, hair, and brown eyes stopped us.

"Disculpe!" the man said walking up to use. "Where are you three going?"

"C'mon Miguel, we need to see my dad." Tucker explained.

"Soldier Yorks, You aren't authorized to come here." Miguel said.

"Seriously, I'm no soldier." Tucker exaggerated. "As if I'm following my dad's footsteps."

"What's going on?" Dylan asked.

"We're on high alert," Miguel explained.

"Let me guess, Classified. " Tucker muttered. "Listen, I have something important to say to my dad so come on."

Tucker shoved his shoulder against Miguel walking passed him. Miguel muttered in a foreign language as Dylan yanks my arm slightly to continue walking. Before I could pass the solder, he grabbed my other arm giving a strange look. Crap, say something human. Say something human.

"Hi?" I said.

"Hola," he replied back in question as he took something out of his pocket.

Oh shit, it's one of those scanners. If he puts that against my eye the whole base will discover I'm not human. Tucker quickly grabbed my other arm, telling Miguel to knock it off and continue to walk. Got to say thanks to the junkie later for this. We walked inside the warehouse seeing more guns being loaded. This time my slow heart beat is not helping with all this chaos of preparation for war. My herd is still in the stadium field wondering where I am right now with news. This needs to hurry before the boneys get here.

"What are you kids doing here?" demanded a deep voice. We turned around to see Sergeant Major Yorks, or at least the name written on his uniform chest pocket said so. He was not what I quite actually expected from the scary stories going around the mall. He appeared crude, tall and muscular for his age. As he had military short buzz haircut exposed his natural hair color black with strands of silver in certain areas. But his eyes send shivers down my spine close to yielding in desperation. It was like looking into deep sharp blue eyes.

"What's going on dad?" Tucker asked.

"What is all of this, sir?" Dylan added.

"There have been sighting of sizable herds of skeletons and Corpses in the area coming towards base. Reasons are unknown, but if they're here to attack, we are readying our defenses. The numbers are not in our favor at the moment." Sergeant Yorks said as he walked along the aisles. "I need you two to get home, lock down the house, and keep the girls safe. I have left some guns there, please use them wisely they aren't toys."

"I know, dad," Tucker said grabbing his dad arm and leading him behind a truck where Dylan and I stood.

"Tucker, I don't have time for this." Sergeant Yorks warned.

"Dad, this is important." His son said. "Dylan has something to tell you."

Thanks for the help, I thought.

"You have something to say, Dylan?" Sergeant Yorks said.

Dylan cleared his throat changing his posture to attention. "I believe the dead are coming back to life, sir."

Sergeant Yorks looked at Dylan with a straight face then at his son before sniffing the air around us. "Are you two high again? I told you that the medical marijuana is for the cancer patients."

"No, sir," Dylan protested. "The Corpses are changing. I can't quite actually explain it, but they are curing themselves."

"How so?" Sergeant Yorks asked.

"I witness it, sir." Dylan said seriously. "Some of the Corpses are able to communicate, dream, remember. Hell some are not being able to consume flesh. My dad said there was a possibility for them-"

"No, the C.D.C was a dead end. After the hundred dark days there was no cure left and Sawyer knew that. Since then, their population is rising while ours are decreases. And to prove that, we'll start with this one." Instantly I was pushed to a wall with a gun pointed at my temple. I froze in place trying to control my breathing, but unable to with Sergeant Yorks arm pressed against my chest. There was no way to fool a man who killed hundreds of us Corpses. "Who are you?"

"This is Kay, sir." Dylan said.

"I didn't ask you, Dylan. I asked her. Who are you?" Yorks demanded.

"K…Kay," I choked out.

Sergeant Yorks looked into my eyes. "You're a Corpse."

"Robert, please," Dylan begged, shoving his godfather off me and stood between us, taking my hand. "She saved my life. She helped me scape and brings news. Whatever happened, I triggered something in her that started a chain reaction towards the others…"

"Are you insane?" Sergeant Yorks yelled.

"I wanna help," I said in a quiet voice hiding behind Dylan.

"They don't wanna attack us, Robert." Dylan confronted.

"Please, we're gettin' bet-ter." I pleaded.

Yorks shoved Dylan away and aimed his gun at my forehead. "You got it wrong, girl. Things don't get better for your kind. Things only get worse. It's a simply circle of life: People get bit, then they get infected, and finally me and my men shoot them in the head." He pulled the hammer which made a click. I shuddered scared that I'll die for real this time. "I'm sorry this happened to you, Kay. But this is for the best."

I whimpered closing my eyes. This is it. This is how I am going to die, by the hands of what all Corpses fear; by Sergeant Major Robert Yorks. Another click was heard; guessing safety was off, however Yorks didn't pull the trigger. Instead the pulled it back. I opened my eyes to see Tucker aiming a gun at his head.

"Tucker, put the gun down." Yorks warned calmly.

"I'm sorry dad, but I'm not gonna let you kill her." Tucker shot back with a serious tone then looked at Dylan. "Go. Get her out of here and stay safe, man."

"Thank, Tuck." Dylan said taking my hand and began to run out of the warehouse.

I couldn't believe what just happened. Except now things have gone bad to worse.

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Almost done with the story.

Has anybody notice that some of the "Warm Bodies" fanfiction names for OC start with D?

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