The Simpsons: Ghost Town

Authors Notes:

Sorry it's been a lot longer than a week, but I've had quite a tough ride recently, and every time I've found time to write, something to make my life worse has always seemed to rear its ugly head… But finally, I've found some peace and time to write Chapter three… Well I suppose I'd best hurry up and get writing anyway, but before I start I'd like to say thanks to gnartnart for a great review and apologize to dead composer for not staying as close to the simpsons as I originally intended to do… Anyway, Chapter three is now finally here…

Chapter 3:

"You… shot my sister?" asked Bart, quite placidly and just trying to make sure he hadn't misheard what Millhouse had said. Millhouse just nodded silently, trying his best not to imagine what must have been going through Barts mind at that moment. Bart sighed, and looked down again at Lisa. "Well she's not dead yet…" he said (I know that's pretty un-realistic, but I've got big plans for Lisa). They where back at the police station, setting up a camp for the second night they would be staying there. Their first nights search had been a rather uneventful one. They found two survivors who lived long enough to get eaten by a bunch of hungry infects about ten minutes after they had been "rescued". Martin in particular seemed pretty upset by their deaths and I wasn't until morning that Bart found out one of them had been Martins best friend at the SARC (Springfield Agency Recruitment Camp). Milhouse sat down in the middle of the room, next to Lisa and put his hand on her chest (to feel her heart beat okay?) "She hasn't got long left" he said in a worried voice. "We need to get her some emergency supplies from the nearest hospital…" "No such luck" said Nelson, "It was ripped apart in a fire two years ago… the only thing left there is the feeling of destruction, and despair… the people that survived the Disease could've really used the hospital, and they did for years. No-one knows how the fire started, but hundreds died inside, including some of the tactical rescue service team that I was part of when they went in…" Nelson cut off there, tears running down his face, while Bart and Millhouse sat there unable to think of anything to say to comfort their friend. Eventually Nelson lay on his side and appeared to drift off to sleep within five minutes. Bart looked down at Lisa again. "Even if she does survive through the night, what do we do with her in the morning? We can't just leave her here like this…" "I know it won't do much, but wrap her in this blanket I've found" said Martin, trying to help. "We have to go to the remains of that hospital Nelson mentioned… there MUST be something there to help her…" said Bart. "And if we leave her here like this, she'll just die…" Millhouse answered. "But Nelsons here with her" "and he's not even awake… what happens if they slip through a window we might have missed? No-one would hear and they'd both be worm-food, Bart… besides it's to dangerous to go out now…" said Martin, rather logically.

"But…" Bart started, however he ended up giving in to logic. He sighed "fine… we stay here and watch her… but we should AT LEAST bandage her up…" Bart stopped and looked, rather curiously at her hand… "What do you reckon took her fingers off?" he asked. "I don't know" was Martins reply "but it looks like a blade or something. The wound looks fresh, no more than two days old, I would have said."

Some eighteen miles away, in the remains of Springfields Industrial District, a very distraught Janey sat on a very battered, old leather couch (although here in England we call them Seatees ((pronounced set-eez))… I think that's how it's spelled… any other English people, could you tell me please, I've always struggled with that word). "Where the fuck is she?" is all she could manage to say, to Ralph… who, by the way turned out to be an incredibly intelligent and cool headed person. "don't worry, she'll turn up. Remember it's Lisa you're talking about… She's been gone longer than this…" "Yeah…" Janey started, dragging off slowly…

Back in the Police Station, just as Martin was retiring from his watch shift, and telling Bart about how long it'd be before Nelson was on watch, Lisa's breathing became heavier all of a sudden. It was slow at first, but before long it became fast, and as soon as it had started it had stopped, and her eyes where wide open. It had been a strange experience she thought. It was like that point between being asleep and awake, when, you feel millions of miles away. Suddenly her head started pounding and the pain she could remember feeling in her gut had tripled. She looked down to see a very badly wrapped, and heavily blood soaked bandage tied around her. She attempted to sit up, but she couldn't move a muscle below her neck. The pain from the wound in her gut spread quickly to her hand. She could remember what happened to that, but at the time she cut her fingers off she felt nothing. Now the pain was so bad she wanted to die… Her eyes began to water, her throat tightened and she screamed louder than she had ever screamed before… problem was her vocal chords made no noise. She started to struggle to breathe as the room began to fade to black…

Bart heard the thud of Lisa's head hitting the floor behind him, but didn't know what it was when he turned around to investigate. After seeing nothing out of the ordinary, initially, he walked over to Milhouse and woke him up… "did you hear that?" he asked quietly… "Hear what?" his friend replied…

End of chapter three….

OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH! Whats the matter with Lisa then…? Is it the shotgun wound (That she doesn't know about, despite getting shot) or is it……………………………………………………….. something else? Stay tuned to find out… I can't give an exact date for chapter four, due to my hectic (and rather depressing) recent life but I'LL TRY to get it up within a month or so okay? No promises though… by the way, I know it's a bit shorter than the other chapters, but all I basically wanted to do was bring Lisa back into it… all that stuff with the Hospital was a piece of back-story created on impulse… anyway, I'll see you in chapter four hopefully…