I woke up and was barely able to move. At least I was able to remember how I got in the bakery this time. It was a combination of my stiffness and the fact that I was practically stuck in a body cast due to my excessive bandaging and ice packs. "Drink up," Sharon said beyond my laying-on-my-back range of vision. I forced my stiff body up and saw a big bowl of chicken noodle soup on the table, still steaming. "So, was it worth it?"
I wasn't sure if she was actually curious about what had happened or if she was playing the part of the ticked off and concerned mother. "Not as much as I had hoped. The guy I spent most of the day talking to turned out to be a bit of a nut job. He got eaten, I almost got eaten, ended up with a few bruises." I sat up and pushed my foot gently into the wooden edge of the bed in the process. "May have broken something too," I said after I heard a distinct crack.
"The hospital's probably open now. I'm not sure how many people would still be working there, but it's worth a shot."
"No need to concern yourself with that," I said, observing the tight bandaging of my left hand and mentally observing the bandaging of my torso in awe. She had to have had some history in nursing or something higher.
"You really should get it looked at. You never know what could happen. You might have broken something. Or I might have. You were pretty beat up when you got here. These zombies could have the plague or something."
"Fine. It's not that far anyways." We slowly made our way to the hospital. I had a slight wait, but nothing major. Not because of big lines. The wait was caused by some understaffing. During the wait, I remembered what day it was - the twenty second - and knew I couldn't go through the day with nothing. "Hey, there's no need for you to waste your day too."
"Well, I don't have much else to do. I never get any work at the bakery until the night."
"I got something for you to do. Simple, shouldn't be a problem for something like you."
"What on Earth could you want me to do?"
"Go to the place where I went last night and bring back as many of the Dr. Andonuts's things you can."
"Sure, I'll do what I can do."
"Great. It's the only green house on the western side of the town. It'll be better for you to walk there. Those cabbies never would have lasted in Columbus or De Soto's shoes."
"Ok, great. I'll try to be back soon."
"You should. Don't do the same thing I did. I'm not sure when sunset is in this screwy place," I said to her, although the words were being directed to open air. I was busy looking for a clock. It was already 12:00. "I'd suggest 3:00." She nodded in agreement and left. The wait was painful. I heard that there was only one doctor in from the other three people who were waiting before I got there. I slowly made my way to the drug store next door to get something to eat. I doubt the waiting room missed me. The door and big window were broken down, so I naturally went in anyways out of curiosity. Fortunately, they had done something about the apparent staff eating problem. There was a big basket in the middle of the store with a big ballot-style box and a price list. The basket must have been for style or out of tradition. I got something light and a refreshing coke and put the cash in the box. I picked up the box to give the system a test. It felt light. I hadn't planned to steal the money, but I put the box down quickly just so nobody else would get that idea.
When I got back in the hospital waiting room, I was sitting with the same three people. Fortunately, someone left the doctor's office shortly after I got there, so I knew I wasn't waiting in there just to have my time wasted. I knew trying to strike up a conversation with these other folks was just a lost cause, so I just picked up a People Magazine and read it front to back. I must have read at least two People and three Parenting magazines fully until they called my name. Who knew there was so much to write about on something like Parenting? Same with all these pet magazines. You would have thought that eventually, the writers of Cat Fancy would have run out of material. Same with all those parenting magazines since I doubt owning domestic animals hasn't always been a common practice. Unless they've really been coloring our history or the Matrix was right, parenting was something people have had forever.
I tried to stay quiet during the exam because of all the useless information I had just absorbed. I was afraid of spewing it out faster than an untrained doctor 48 hours after contracting Ebola Zaire. The exam went pretty well and I got what I was hoping for. I had nothing more than bruises. The foot was nothing and I was free to go. I waited in the waiting room a bit longer after the exam for Sharon. I got too bored to just take the stare-and-wait method and didn't have another magazine reading in me. I began leaving and was met in the hall by Sharon. "Did you get anything?"
"Nothing. The house was empty. I guess your guys already left. Some other guy was in there now. He said he had been waiting for a while and knew Dr. Andonuts too. He may have had something, but wasn't able to give any of it away."
"Wow, that's quick. Thanks anyways. I may have to make another trip there." We left and I let out a quick and quiet "dang" as I saw that it was dark already. I told Sharon to go quickly back to the bakery. I was going to go at my own pace. I took my gun out and limped back to the bakery, keeping my eye out for any of those undead brain eaters. Halfway there, I was forced to draw my gun. I pulled the trigger, but had forgotten I used it all up. I pistol-whipped the zombie in the face and threw him a foot or two, utilizing with the little martial arts I knew. Behind me, I heard some startling, but human voices.
"Man, that was weak," the first one, a tall spiky haired Asian guy said. Must have been a high schooler.
"Yeah. It's the most watered down thing I've seen since the white guy tried to kick some butt in Jackie Chan's 'Who Am I?'", the other, shorter, also spiky haired and Asian, said slyly.
I couldn't believe my eyes. Karate nerds. I thought it was impossible, but they were performing their neediness right in front of me. I threw them both at the zombie and were taken care of easily. I didn't stop to observe the satisfying eating, but heard their unsatisfied screams of death. They probably complained about the lack of smoothness in the eating.
I wasn't sure if she was actually curious about what had happened or if she was playing the part of the ticked off and concerned mother. "Not as much as I had hoped. The guy I spent most of the day talking to turned out to be a bit of a nut job. He got eaten, I almost got eaten, ended up with a few bruises." I sat up and pushed my foot gently into the wooden edge of the bed in the process. "May have broken something too," I said after I heard a distinct crack.
"The hospital's probably open now. I'm not sure how many people would still be working there, but it's worth a shot."
"No need to concern yourself with that," I said, observing the tight bandaging of my left hand and mentally observing the bandaging of my torso in awe. She had to have had some history in nursing or something higher.
"You really should get it looked at. You never know what could happen. You might have broken something. Or I might have. You were pretty beat up when you got here. These zombies could have the plague or something."
"Fine. It's not that far anyways." We slowly made our way to the hospital. I had a slight wait, but nothing major. Not because of big lines. The wait was caused by some understaffing. During the wait, I remembered what day it was - the twenty second - and knew I couldn't go through the day with nothing. "Hey, there's no need for you to waste your day too."
"Well, I don't have much else to do. I never get any work at the bakery until the night."
"I got something for you to do. Simple, shouldn't be a problem for something like you."
"What on Earth could you want me to do?"
"Go to the place where I went last night and bring back as many of the Dr. Andonuts's things you can."
"Sure, I'll do what I can do."
"Great. It's the only green house on the western side of the town. It'll be better for you to walk there. Those cabbies never would have lasted in Columbus or De Soto's shoes."
"Ok, great. I'll try to be back soon."
"You should. Don't do the same thing I did. I'm not sure when sunset is in this screwy place," I said to her, although the words were being directed to open air. I was busy looking for a clock. It was already 12:00. "I'd suggest 3:00." She nodded in agreement and left. The wait was painful. I heard that there was only one doctor in from the other three people who were waiting before I got there. I slowly made my way to the drug store next door to get something to eat. I doubt the waiting room missed me. The door and big window were broken down, so I naturally went in anyways out of curiosity. Fortunately, they had done something about the apparent staff eating problem. There was a big basket in the middle of the store with a big ballot-style box and a price list. The basket must have been for style or out of tradition. I got something light and a refreshing coke and put the cash in the box. I picked up the box to give the system a test. It felt light. I hadn't planned to steal the money, but I put the box down quickly just so nobody else would get that idea.
When I got back in the hospital waiting room, I was sitting with the same three people. Fortunately, someone left the doctor's office shortly after I got there, so I knew I wasn't waiting in there just to have my time wasted. I knew trying to strike up a conversation with these other folks was just a lost cause, so I just picked up a People Magazine and read it front to back. I must have read at least two People and three Parenting magazines fully until they called my name. Who knew there was so much to write about on something like Parenting? Same with all these pet magazines. You would have thought that eventually, the writers of Cat Fancy would have run out of material. Same with all those parenting magazines since I doubt owning domestic animals hasn't always been a common practice. Unless they've really been coloring our history or the Matrix was right, parenting was something people have had forever.
I tried to stay quiet during the exam because of all the useless information I had just absorbed. I was afraid of spewing it out faster than an untrained doctor 48 hours after contracting Ebola Zaire. The exam went pretty well and I got what I was hoping for. I had nothing more than bruises. The foot was nothing and I was free to go. I waited in the waiting room a bit longer after the exam for Sharon. I got too bored to just take the stare-and-wait method and didn't have another magazine reading in me. I began leaving and was met in the hall by Sharon. "Did you get anything?"
"Nothing. The house was empty. I guess your guys already left. Some other guy was in there now. He said he had been waiting for a while and knew Dr. Andonuts too. He may have had something, but wasn't able to give any of it away."
"Wow, that's quick. Thanks anyways. I may have to make another trip there." We left and I let out a quick and quiet "dang" as I saw that it was dark already. I told Sharon to go quickly back to the bakery. I was going to go at my own pace. I took my gun out and limped back to the bakery, keeping my eye out for any of those undead brain eaters. Halfway there, I was forced to draw my gun. I pulled the trigger, but had forgotten I used it all up. I pistol-whipped the zombie in the face and threw him a foot or two, utilizing with the little martial arts I knew. Behind me, I heard some startling, but human voices.
"Man, that was weak," the first one, a tall spiky haired Asian guy said. Must have been a high schooler.
"Yeah. It's the most watered down thing I've seen since the white guy tried to kick some butt in Jackie Chan's 'Who Am I?'", the other, shorter, also spiky haired and Asian, said slyly.
I couldn't believe my eyes. Karate nerds. I thought it was impossible, but they were performing their neediness right in front of me. I threw them both at the zombie and were taken care of easily. I didn't stop to observe the satisfying eating, but heard their unsatisfied screams of death. They probably complained about the lack of smoothness in the eating.