Chapter 4
Recollections of the Past
Jason's body was filled with pain. He opened his eyes and saw that he was in a white room on an operating table of some sort. Men and women in facemasks and lab coats roamed freely around him, not noticing that he was partially awake. Computers and other machines were connected to his body. He turned his head to the side, not being able to move anything else, and saw Abe lying on a table next to him. He looked terrible. Green liquid was being pumped into his now pale body and his face had a terror stricken look. Jason tried to whisper to him but no words came out. Then, a sharp surge of pain raced through Jason's head and he heard one of the doctors speak. "Oh, it seems our patient is awake. The doctor motioned another doctor to come look at Jason. "How's he doing?" He asked. The other doctor smiled and replied saying, "He is doing just fine. In three hours the gas will have fully blanked his mind and he will think nothing of what has happened. It's a pity though that he didn't have the right blood type and his friend did. He looks a bit stronger, like he could hold his own. Oh well, the Gemini project will do just as well with the other one. Lets go." The other doctor nodded and the two both walked away. Then Jason's eyes shut and when he opened them he was lying on the glass covered
inside of a flipped over bus.
Jason's left arm was dislocated and his forehead had a gash in it. The blood was running to his eye. He wiped it off and stood up. He looked around and saw that most of the people on the bus were dead, but some were still breathing. Jason then clenched his teeth and rammed his arm into the inner wall of the bus, popping it back into place. With his arm still throbbing from the pain, Jason started to try and wake up the remaining survivors. "Lazlo, Wilson, Henderson wake up. Are you alive?" Jason nudged each one hard on the back. One by one they each woke up, very groggy but ok. "I'm hurtin Jason, but have enough strength to get the hell outta this city." said Wilson. "Me too." replied Lazlo and Henderson at the same time. Jason showed a slight smile of relief and quickly started to give orders. "Lazlo, ordered Jason, "go check the driver. Lazlo nodded and ran to the front. Wilson, stand guard and watch for anything that doesn't look human. Henderson, help me find more survivors. The two men hurriedly looked through the busload of bodies, checking to see if any were alive. "I got one! shouted Lazlo as if he had just caught a fish. Its Mahoney, she is unconscious. Lets see, no visible wounds, wait, there is a bar sticking out of her leg." Jason ran to Mahoney and grabbed a hold of the bar. With a simple tug it came out leaving an open wound. "Here, wake her up and wrap this around her leg." Jason tore off a piece of his shirt and gave it to Lazlo. Henderson then walked up to Jason and sickly said, "I found the driver." Jason saw the look on his face and asked, "Henderson, where is the driver?" Henderson pointed out the window and as Jason looked through it he saw the body of the driver. He had been shot though the window into a streetlight a few feet away. Jason had to look down because the sight had nearly made him sick.
When Jason looked down, he just happen to catch one of the hand of one of the officers that wasn't breathing move. Jason's eyes grew wide because he knew what was going on. Slowly he looked up and caught sight more movement from the other bodies. The other officers were noticing it too because their faces had grown terrified. "Slowly, whispered Jason, "walk to the front of the bus." Every one of the people silently made their way to the front, being sure not to step on anything that was coming to life. Jason got to the front first and started to try and open the door without success. More movement was now coming from the bodies. "Jason, whispered the now very freaked out Wilson, "mover your ass and get us outta here." Jason did not like working under pressure. He desperately tried to find something to fix their problem. He then remembered the window that the driver had smashed through, looking over at it he noticed that nothing was blocking it and no one could stop them from getting out. Jason quickly screamed, "Guys, break the glass, GO!!!" In two seconds every team member was breaking the glass and climbing out. Jason stayed behind and made sure everyone got out safely. By the time Lazlo maneuvered out, the dead were up and stumbling. Since Jason lost his rifle in the midst of the crash all he had was his pistol. He whipped it out without hesitation and shot three zombies that were nearest to him. Seeing then how slow the zombies walked, Jason realized that he had a window of opportunity. He shot one more zombie in the leg and leaped out the broken window. He hit the ground hard, leaving a bruise on his knee. He looked back and saw that the dead officers were following his teams' lead, trying to climb out. After running a few feet, Jason turned, pointed his gun at the gas tank, and fired. The huge explosion knocked everyone down and shattered the windows of the buildings around them. The expression that showed on Jason's face after that was not a look of happiness, satisfaction, or relief. It was a look of sadness because what he did was one of the hardest things he had to do and he hoped that he would never have to do that again.
Jason's body was filled with pain. He opened his eyes and saw that he was in a white room on an operating table of some sort. Men and women in facemasks and lab coats roamed freely around him, not noticing that he was partially awake. Computers and other machines were connected to his body. He turned his head to the side, not being able to move anything else, and saw Abe lying on a table next to him. He looked terrible. Green liquid was being pumped into his now pale body and his face had a terror stricken look. Jason tried to whisper to him but no words came out. Then, a sharp surge of pain raced through Jason's head and he heard one of the doctors speak. "Oh, it seems our patient is awake. The doctor motioned another doctor to come look at Jason. "How's he doing?" He asked. The other doctor smiled and replied saying, "He is doing just fine. In three hours the gas will have fully blanked his mind and he will think nothing of what has happened. It's a pity though that he didn't have the right blood type and his friend did. He looks a bit stronger, like he could hold his own. Oh well, the Gemini project will do just as well with the other one. Lets go." The other doctor nodded and the two both walked away. Then Jason's eyes shut and when he opened them he was lying on the glass covered
inside of a flipped over bus.
Jason's left arm was dislocated and his forehead had a gash in it. The blood was running to his eye. He wiped it off and stood up. He looked around and saw that most of the people on the bus were dead, but some were still breathing. Jason then clenched his teeth and rammed his arm into the inner wall of the bus, popping it back into place. With his arm still throbbing from the pain, Jason started to try and wake up the remaining survivors. "Lazlo, Wilson, Henderson wake up. Are you alive?" Jason nudged each one hard on the back. One by one they each woke up, very groggy but ok. "I'm hurtin Jason, but have enough strength to get the hell outta this city." said Wilson. "Me too." replied Lazlo and Henderson at the same time. Jason showed a slight smile of relief and quickly started to give orders. "Lazlo, ordered Jason, "go check the driver. Lazlo nodded and ran to the front. Wilson, stand guard and watch for anything that doesn't look human. Henderson, help me find more survivors. The two men hurriedly looked through the busload of bodies, checking to see if any were alive. "I got one! shouted Lazlo as if he had just caught a fish. Its Mahoney, she is unconscious. Lets see, no visible wounds, wait, there is a bar sticking out of her leg." Jason ran to Mahoney and grabbed a hold of the bar. With a simple tug it came out leaving an open wound. "Here, wake her up and wrap this around her leg." Jason tore off a piece of his shirt and gave it to Lazlo. Henderson then walked up to Jason and sickly said, "I found the driver." Jason saw the look on his face and asked, "Henderson, where is the driver?" Henderson pointed out the window and as Jason looked through it he saw the body of the driver. He had been shot though the window into a streetlight a few feet away. Jason had to look down because the sight had nearly made him sick.
When Jason looked down, he just happen to catch one of the hand of one of the officers that wasn't breathing move. Jason's eyes grew wide because he knew what was going on. Slowly he looked up and caught sight more movement from the other bodies. The other officers were noticing it too because their faces had grown terrified. "Slowly, whispered Jason, "walk to the front of the bus." Every one of the people silently made their way to the front, being sure not to step on anything that was coming to life. Jason got to the front first and started to try and open the door without success. More movement was now coming from the bodies. "Jason, whispered the now very freaked out Wilson, "mover your ass and get us outta here." Jason did not like working under pressure. He desperately tried to find something to fix their problem. He then remembered the window that the driver had smashed through, looking over at it he noticed that nothing was blocking it and no one could stop them from getting out. Jason quickly screamed, "Guys, break the glass, GO!!!" In two seconds every team member was breaking the glass and climbing out. Jason stayed behind and made sure everyone got out safely. By the time Lazlo maneuvered out, the dead were up and stumbling. Since Jason lost his rifle in the midst of the crash all he had was his pistol. He whipped it out without hesitation and shot three zombies that were nearest to him. Seeing then how slow the zombies walked, Jason realized that he had a window of opportunity. He shot one more zombie in the leg and leaped out the broken window. He hit the ground hard, leaving a bruise on his knee. He looked back and saw that the dead officers were following his teams' lead, trying to climb out. After running a few feet, Jason turned, pointed his gun at the gas tank, and fired. The huge explosion knocked everyone down and shattered the windows of the buildings around them. The expression that showed on Jason's face after that was not a look of happiness, satisfaction, or relief. It was a look of sadness because what he did was one of the hardest things he had to do and he hoped that he would never have to do that again.