Okay chapter number three is done! Yay! Please read, enjoy, and reveiw.
Chapter 3: A Helping Hand
Dean fell down on his knees, panting. He was holding Melissa in his arms. He looked down at her and gently placed her on the ground. "What are we going to do Melissa?" he muttered under his breath. "What are we going to do?"
"You can start by telling me why exactly you are here," a male voice said from behind him. Dean turned around to see a man with green eyes and straight brown hair. The man walked over to them and looked down at the unconscious Melissa. He looked back at Dean.
"Who are you?" Dean asked, not bothering to answer the question the man had said.
"It doesn't matter right now. What are you doing here?" the man asked again.
Dean gave up. There was no way on getting his question answered and this guy kept asking the same thing. "We came here with our class on a field trip."
"Your class?" the man asked.
"Yea, but they turned into...err...pigs."
"I see. Do you know if it was all of your class that had turned into pigs?"
Dean shrugged. "I don't know." He looked down at Melissa. "I was with her and when we saw what happened, we didn't spend time trying to see who was there and who wasn't...we just ran for it." He looked at the strange man. He noticed a type of concern on this man's face. He also couldn't help but that think that this man wasn't actually human. It was just a feeling Dean had being around this person. Dean sighed and said, "Look, sir, can you please help me? I'm not sure what to do right now and I don't know much about helping those who pass out because they were told to hold their breath for a very long period of time."
The man looked at him. "Okay," he said. "Give the girl to me and I'll see what I can do for her."
Dean looked at him suspiciously thinking of what some strange men would do to girls back home.
The man noticed that Dean wasn't going to hand Melissa to him and said, "Don't worry. I'm going to take to a friend of mine who will take care of her and when she's awake, I will make sure that you know and will be able to see her. You have my word."
Dean lifted her up from the ground and stood up. He walked over to the man who was waiting with his arms out to carry her. Dean gently placed Melissa in the man's arms and asked, "So what am I supposed to do? You know, while you're taking care of her and all."
The man looked at him and turned his head to a small door nearby. "Go through there," he said, "and walk down the stairs and go through the boiler room. There you will meet a man by the name of Kimagi(?). You will ask him for a job. He will try and turn you down, but you must persist. Do you understand?"
Dean nodded and looked over at Melissa. She had clearly passed out and might not come around for a while. The man noticed this and said, "Do'nt worry, My friend will take goo dcare of her. You have my word."
Dean nodded and said, "Thank you, sir."
He watched as the man opened a door into the bath house and shut it behind him to allow Dean to stay hidden from the creatures that lived in the bath house. Dean stood there for a moment, trying to calm himself down. He looked at the closed door and then at the small one that he was told to go through. Normally, he wouldn't listen to strangers. However, he couldn't help but trust this man. He walked over to the door and pushed it open and went trough it, closing the door behind him. He turned around and saw the steep staircase that he had to descend. His eyes widened at the sight. He took a step and just started to walk down them normally, until he hit a step that broke in half. "Whoa!" he gasped and slid down some of the steps, landing on a step with his bottom. He gave a sigh of relief that he hadn't fallen off the steep and narrow staircase.
He got up, using his hands. Once he was able to stand again, he looked at his hands and saw that they were now scraped up pretty badly. The reason was because he had used his hands to try and prevent him from sliding anymore on the step. He started to walk down the stairs, more cautiously in case he would hit another step that would break in half. Step by step he descended the stairs, but the bottom didn't seem to be getting any nearer. It was uncomforatbly quiet and this didn't suit Dean at all. Suddenly the step that he had just laid a foot on broke in half and he slid down again, using his hands and feet to try and stop himself from falling. The stairs were making a turn, but Dean couldn't stop himself from sliding. He quickly started to use his hands to hold onto the stairs to prevent him from falling the great height that he knew he would fall into, if he were to fall. His right hand started to hurt a lot, but he didn't have time to look at it and was finally able to grab onto a step. However, it was the last step before the stairs made its turn so Dean slid off of the staircase entirely.
His hand held onto the step, hoping that the step wouldn't break and cause him to fall to his death. His left hand was throbbing as well, but he still threw it up to where his right hand was and grabbed onto the step. He was going to try and hoist him self up with what little room he had. He had to try it. He risked moving a hand on the step a little further away to give him more room to hoist himself up. He heard some thumping, but he wasn't sure where it was coming from. Suddenly he felt as if something grabbed onto his hand and looked up to see a familiar face grabbing onto his hands and helping him up. He grinned and started to shuffle on top of this stairs.
Dean groaned when he finally got on top of the steps and looked over to see Josh looking at him with a bit of concern on his face. "You okay?" Josh asked he stood up.
Dean nodded and stood up. He looked down and saw that his hand was red with splinters in them both. "Man, that had to hurt," Josh said, stating the obvious, but Dean wasn't in the mood to play around with his friend. He had to think about more important things, like getting a job and hoping Melissa was okay. However, his thoughts were broken from Josh speaking again, "So, uh, what are we going to do? I mean, the rest of our class turned into pigs and stuff."
"I was told to get a job from this guy in the boiler room. Maybe you could ask for one too."
"Yea. Maybe..."
"Well, let's go see this guy and ask for jobs, okay?"
Josh nodded and looked around. He followed Dean down the steps, noticing that Dean was being cautious while going down the steps. He guessed that it had to do with Dean's incident that just happened. He entered the door that Dean held open and started to feel really hot. Josh rolled up his sleeves on his short sleeve shirt in an attempt to cool himself down. He turned to see Dena was having the same trouble as well of dealing with the heat. It started to get hotter as they got closer and closer to where they needed to be.
Okay, I ended it here. Why? Because writer's block prevented me from continuing to write this chapter. I am so sorry that it took a long time to complete, but I hope that it was worth the wait. I added a new survivor to the duo of Dean and Melissa, making it a trio. Why? Well, you'll see. Anway, please tell me what you think by reveiwing. Thank you and sorry it took so long.
-Eissalande
