Don't own a thing. But the best things in life are free. Well...except beer.
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And still this emptiness persists
Perhaps this is as good as it gets
-Colin Hay, Beautiful World
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"I said, who are you?" said the man sitting up in his bed looking around the hospital room.
I...I was having a dream. Chris...I know him. I know he's very important to me. I try to remember the rest of the dream but it's already beginning to fade.
"Hello?! Who are you?" he repeats.
"I...I'm Claire. You were in an accident. I brought you to the hospital. How are you feeling?"
"Like I drank two bottles of Jack Daniel's and broke some concrete blocks with my face, how d'you think I'm feelin'!?" he answers.
"The doctor said you'll be fine. Besides, I think I know how it feels to have a concussion." I say, pointing to the bandage around my head." You were lucky-"
"Wait a second." he interrupts. "I remember you now. You were driving the car that hit me! You nearly fucking killed me!"
"What?! You ran out in front of me. How was I supposed to stop in time? There arent even any lights on the road now that the power is out. You're lucky I decided to drag your ass to the hospital!"
Just great. One of the last people left alive and he turns out to be an asshole. Perfect. We both stay silent for the next few seconds.
"I...I was running from them. There were so many. I haven't seen anyone alive in nearly two days just those...those things. How long have I been out for?" he asks suddenly.
"I dont know. A few hours, I guess. I brought you to the hospital and got the doctor to treat you. I fell asleep just after the doctor left. I dunno how long I was sleeping for." I say.
"You looked like you were having one hell of a nightmare. I've had my share of those in the last few days, well in the few times I've been able to sleep. You kept trashing around and screaming for 'Chris'. Who is he, your boyfriend or something?" he asks.
"No!!" I answer quickly. I'm sure of that for some reason.
"Okay, relax! I was just askin'. So what's your name?" he asks.
"I'm Claire."
"Well, Claire, I'm Joe. Joe Gibson. So where's this doc you were talking about? I want to hear him tell me exactly what damage you did to me. Not that I don't trust you or anything, I just want to hear it from someone who didn't hit me with a car, ya know."
Jesus, what is with this guy. I probably saved him from those zombies by bringing him here. A little "thank you" would be nice.
"Fine. Stay here. I'll get him to come and take another look at you." And to take that stick out of your ass.
I slam the door to the exam room behind me as I leave.
I wonder where Dr. Walker is. I guess I should check the entrance first. That's where he was last time, lucky for me. I doubt I would have lasted much longer outside without medical help...and of course there was the zombies.
I turn left and start walking down the corridor. This place is so empty. Whatever's causing this must be even worse than I thought. There should be more survivors than this, there has to be. They should be filling up this hospital. We can't be the only ones here, it doesn't make any sense.
I get to the entrance to find that nobody's there. Not Dr. Walker or that security guard, Dave. What if the zombies had managed to get in!? I feel a fleeting moment of concern until I see that the barricades are still standing, untouched. I guess I'll have to keep looking . They have to be around here somewhere.
I walk back down the corridor and take the other turn to an adjoining corridor. It's a lot darker here. I can make out some shards of glass spread across the floor of the dim corridor. They must be from the smashed flourscent light on the ceiling. The only other source of light is coming from door at the end of the corridor which is slightly ajar. I might as well check it out.
As I make my way towards the door, careful not to step on the broken glass, I begin to hear the sound of voices from the other side. Through the crack in the doorway, I can see Dr. Walker sitting at a computer with his back to me.
"I was right. I told you that I recognised her. This proves it. I'll go and do it now." It was the security guard, Dave. I couldn't see him from where I was. I think he's talking about me. How could he know me?
"Wait. We can't. She doesn't even remember who she is. She has amnesia, I told you that." That was Walker. He sounds pretty shaken up.I don't like where this is going
"Amnesia? How stupid are you? This is probably how she infiltrated the Paris and Antarctica labs. According to the security files she been all over the place looking for Umbrella facilities. The order is to shoot on sight and that's what I'm gonna do." says Dave.
Umbrella.
The word brings back some horrorfying pictures in my mind. I know Umbrella. They have caused this. The zombies and all the other hideous mutations flooding my mind. The death. And still, I can't remember anything about them. How can I have been to all those places, killed all those monsters and barely remember any of it. Just flashes of blood and bone, death and destruction.
Walker's words snap me back to reality. "I'm in charge here. I say we keep her alive, at least until we recieve further orders."
"Listen, old man. You may have been in charge of your little lab down in the basement but the UBCS didn't send me here just to play security guard. So from here on in you are in charge of exactly two things: Jack and shit. And Jack just left town."
I could just about see the gun pointed at Walker's head from the gap in the doorway.
".....Fine. You're in charge. Kill her if you want. You practically killed most of my staff already. What's one more person."
"The guy she's with is probably another one of them. I'd better pop him too." says Dave, as calmly if he was deciding what to have for dinner.
Okay, this is bad. Very bad. I need to get out of here now. I have go back for Joe first. He's an asshole but I can't just leave him here. I'm turning to walk back down the corridor when Walker moves slightly and I get a glimpse of the computer screen. It's a picture of me! My file! Probably the Umbrella security file they were talking about. It's should still have a lot of information on me though. I have to see it.
Then I remember Dave's gun as he pointed it at Walker's head. Not a situation I want to be in. I check myself for the gun I found earlier but cant find it. Shit! Well, there were no bullets for it anyway. And it's not worth dying over. I'll remember eventually. I'm getting out of here.
I start walking away as quickly and as quietly as I can. After a few steps I suddenly remember but it's a step too late. My foot comes down on a pile of shattered glass making what seemed like an incredibly loud, crunching noise in the narrow corridor. I freeze for a second until I hear the words from the other side of the door that will inevitably follow.
"Did you hear something?"
Fuck!
I run.
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So the next chapter should be along a lot quicker than this one since I am now off college for the summer. Yay!
Couldn't resist putting that Evil Dead line in. It just felt so right for the conversation. :)
As always, read and review if you want me to go quicker.
I love me reviews, yes I do.
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And still this emptiness persists
Perhaps this is as good as it gets
-Colin Hay, Beautiful World
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"I said, who are you?" said the man sitting up in his bed looking around the hospital room.
I...I was having a dream. Chris...I know him. I know he's very important to me. I try to remember the rest of the dream but it's already beginning to fade.
"Hello?! Who are you?" he repeats.
"I...I'm Claire. You were in an accident. I brought you to the hospital. How are you feeling?"
"Like I drank two bottles of Jack Daniel's and broke some concrete blocks with my face, how d'you think I'm feelin'!?" he answers.
"The doctor said you'll be fine. Besides, I think I know how it feels to have a concussion." I say, pointing to the bandage around my head." You were lucky-"
"Wait a second." he interrupts. "I remember you now. You were driving the car that hit me! You nearly fucking killed me!"
"What?! You ran out in front of me. How was I supposed to stop in time? There arent even any lights on the road now that the power is out. You're lucky I decided to drag your ass to the hospital!"
Just great. One of the last people left alive and he turns out to be an asshole. Perfect. We both stay silent for the next few seconds.
"I...I was running from them. There were so many. I haven't seen anyone alive in nearly two days just those...those things. How long have I been out for?" he asks suddenly.
"I dont know. A few hours, I guess. I brought you to the hospital and got the doctor to treat you. I fell asleep just after the doctor left. I dunno how long I was sleeping for." I say.
"You looked like you were having one hell of a nightmare. I've had my share of those in the last few days, well in the few times I've been able to sleep. You kept trashing around and screaming for 'Chris'. Who is he, your boyfriend or something?" he asks.
"No!!" I answer quickly. I'm sure of that for some reason.
"Okay, relax! I was just askin'. So what's your name?" he asks.
"I'm Claire."
"Well, Claire, I'm Joe. Joe Gibson. So where's this doc you were talking about? I want to hear him tell me exactly what damage you did to me. Not that I don't trust you or anything, I just want to hear it from someone who didn't hit me with a car, ya know."
Jesus, what is with this guy. I probably saved him from those zombies by bringing him here. A little "thank you" would be nice.
"Fine. Stay here. I'll get him to come and take another look at you." And to take that stick out of your ass.
I slam the door to the exam room behind me as I leave.
I wonder where Dr. Walker is. I guess I should check the entrance first. That's where he was last time, lucky for me. I doubt I would have lasted much longer outside without medical help...and of course there was the zombies.
I turn left and start walking down the corridor. This place is so empty. Whatever's causing this must be even worse than I thought. There should be more survivors than this, there has to be. They should be filling up this hospital. We can't be the only ones here, it doesn't make any sense.
I get to the entrance to find that nobody's there. Not Dr. Walker or that security guard, Dave. What if the zombies had managed to get in!? I feel a fleeting moment of concern until I see that the barricades are still standing, untouched. I guess I'll have to keep looking . They have to be around here somewhere.
I walk back down the corridor and take the other turn to an adjoining corridor. It's a lot darker here. I can make out some shards of glass spread across the floor of the dim corridor. They must be from the smashed flourscent light on the ceiling. The only other source of light is coming from door at the end of the corridor which is slightly ajar. I might as well check it out.
As I make my way towards the door, careful not to step on the broken glass, I begin to hear the sound of voices from the other side. Through the crack in the doorway, I can see Dr. Walker sitting at a computer with his back to me.
"I was right. I told you that I recognised her. This proves it. I'll go and do it now." It was the security guard, Dave. I couldn't see him from where I was. I think he's talking about me. How could he know me?
"Wait. We can't. She doesn't even remember who she is. She has amnesia, I told you that." That was Walker. He sounds pretty shaken up.I don't like where this is going
"Amnesia? How stupid are you? This is probably how she infiltrated the Paris and Antarctica labs. According to the security files she been all over the place looking for Umbrella facilities. The order is to shoot on sight and that's what I'm gonna do." says Dave.
Umbrella.
The word brings back some horrorfying pictures in my mind. I know Umbrella. They have caused this. The zombies and all the other hideous mutations flooding my mind. The death. And still, I can't remember anything about them. How can I have been to all those places, killed all those monsters and barely remember any of it. Just flashes of blood and bone, death and destruction.
Walker's words snap me back to reality. "I'm in charge here. I say we keep her alive, at least until we recieve further orders."
"Listen, old man. You may have been in charge of your little lab down in the basement but the UBCS didn't send me here just to play security guard. So from here on in you are in charge of exactly two things: Jack and shit. And Jack just left town."
I could just about see the gun pointed at Walker's head from the gap in the doorway.
".....Fine. You're in charge. Kill her if you want. You practically killed most of my staff already. What's one more person."
"The guy she's with is probably another one of them. I'd better pop him too." says Dave, as calmly if he was deciding what to have for dinner.
Okay, this is bad. Very bad. I need to get out of here now. I have go back for Joe first. He's an asshole but I can't just leave him here. I'm turning to walk back down the corridor when Walker moves slightly and I get a glimpse of the computer screen. It's a picture of me! My file! Probably the Umbrella security file they were talking about. It's should still have a lot of information on me though. I have to see it.
Then I remember Dave's gun as he pointed it at Walker's head. Not a situation I want to be in. I check myself for the gun I found earlier but cant find it. Shit! Well, there were no bullets for it anyway. And it's not worth dying over. I'll remember eventually. I'm getting out of here.
I start walking away as quickly and as quietly as I can. After a few steps I suddenly remember but it's a step too late. My foot comes down on a pile of shattered glass making what seemed like an incredibly loud, crunching noise in the narrow corridor. I freeze for a second until I hear the words from the other side of the door that will inevitably follow.
"Did you hear something?"
Fuck!
I run.
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So the next chapter should be along a lot quicker than this one since I am now off college for the summer. Yay!
Couldn't resist putting that Evil Dead line in. It just felt so right for the conversation. :)
As always, read and review if you want me to go quicker.
I love me reviews, yes I do.