Chapter One: Recovering
I awoke but kept my eyes shut as reality and pain started coming back to me. I felt like I was lying down on something soft and heard a beeping sound. Oh god, I was in great pain when I tried to move my arms to see if I was really alive, dead or dreaming.
"Doctor, she's waking up" I heard a woman talking
"Young lady, can you hear me" said a man
I didn't respond because I was waiting for the pain to subside a bit.
"Young lady, can you hear me" the man asked again
I started opening my eyes slowly and saw two blurry things in front of me. I closed them and opened them again to see two adults looking down at me. I found myself in a hospital bed with an air mask on my mouth and wire plugged up all over my body.
I feel so weak, exhausted, and did I mention in pain. I looked up at the man and the woman and was about to ask them something when the man spoke.
"Hey there, do you have a name" he asked
I took a deep breath into the air mask but that was a bad thing because that only brought me more pain on my side. "B-B-Bianca" I said with a dry voice.
"Well, Bianca, you're lucky girl, right now" he said
"Why is that?" I asked
"When you arrive here, you were out cold due to a large amount of blood loss" he said "you also had a few ribs broken, multiple scratch wounds and bruises, internal bleeding, a gash on your forehead, a black eye and we took a three-inch piece of glass out of your side"
"I got that black eye in a fight" I said "and I was in a bus crash"
"Oh" the man said "anyway, we thought you died when you didn't wake up when the helicopter returned but you just fell unconscious, so we brought you here."
"How long have I've been out, mister?" I asked
"Call me Sam" he said "and you've been out for three days"
"Three days, where am I, and Matt, what happened to my friend" I said forcing myself to get up but they push me back onto the bed.
"Take it easy" he said "you are too injured to move around"
"Too injured, more like stress out, you have no idea what I have been through and I'm not talking about the stupid zombies either" I said, causing my air mask to fog up.
I took a few deep breaths because my heart rate was beeping off the charts.
"Would you like some water, dear?" the women said as she was exiting the room.
I shook my head then asked again "where's my friend?"
"The young boy?" he asked "he's in the next room, he didn't suffer serious injuries like you did. He had to get a few stitches in the back of his head and has several deep cuts, a broken wrist and a few broken ribs like you do."
"Can I see him?" I asked
"He's resting but when he wakes up I'll bring him by"
I nodded and smiled (at least he's all right)
"But I would like to know is where did you actually came from, we find it odd finding survivors in Phoenix" he asked he sat down in a chair next to my bed.
"I use to live in Yuma and for a month, my brother, my friend and I lived in a Wal-Mart store." I said
"Wal-Mart?"
I nodded as I stared at the ceiling remembering those days "but the dead were the last of my worries, over the days a girl my age couldn't take the stress." A tear ran down my cheek "she started killing the survivors in the store and murdered my brother in cold blood."
I still remembered that day in the rain and my brother last words "are you ok" before getting his head blown off. The image still wouldn't leave my mind.
"Her last attempt to kill everyone was opening the doors and letting the dead in" I said
The man named Sam looking at me with shocked eyes as I continued "everyone died but me, my friend and my brother's friend named Marc" I said not getting into more details about him.
"We escaped in a broken down bus and drove to Phoenix thinking there might be survivors or shelter to stay at. But during the trip Marc gotten bitten and didn't tell us. Then when he died the bus crashed and my friend and I were alone in the dead city." I said
"We kept running til the copter spotted us" I finished
"You poor girl, but don't worry you're safe now" he said
"Where are we anyway?" I asked
"In whatever's left of Flagstaff" Sam said
"Flagstaff?" I asked "I'm in Flagstaff"
He nodded "Somehow the town managed to prepare itself for the zombie's invasion, less than half the town is surrounded by a high very strong fence and like any other town we contact with we made it electrical"
"And let me guess the hospital was saved as well"
"Well, how else would you treated and got a blood donor to donate blood for you to live"
"I get it" I said and, finding it hard to keep my eyes open.
Sam got up "why don't you get some more rest, you have a long way in recovering"
I weakly nodded and closed my eyes again for some more sleep and again I had that dream about my mom.
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It was another two days when I woke up again with the plugs, tubes and air mask still on me. I was alone and for once I saw how banged up I was. I removed the blanket and lifted up the ugly thing that made me wear to see a white bandage wrapped around my chest and waist that had a small blood stain. My hands were wrapped up as well from when I grabbed the glass out of my side.
I can see out of my black eye and I felt a bandage on my forehead. I tried not to breathe so hard because it hurt my chest a bit. I spotted a small remote control and grabbed it. I push the up button causing my bed to lift up a bit so I can sit up.
The room was small and dark, the only light came from the window that was next to me. I wanted to see what the town looks like but I was still too weak to move.
"Bianca?"
I turned my head to the door to see Matt, pretty badly shape Matt, slowly walking in. His face, arms and no doubt his chest was wrapped in bandages. His right arm was in a cast for his broken wrist with a supporter that hangs around his neck. But that wasn't the thing that caught my eye.
"What happened to your hair?" I asked
Matt turned his head to the left to show his bald spot with a line of stitches going across. "That noting, I found out I had broken ribs but I guess you don't worry about your injuries when you're being chased by dead people"
I smiled "Are you smiling?" he asked
"Yes, can't you tell" I asked
He shook his head "I can't tell with that mask in the way"
"Well sorry for trying to live here" I said
"How are you feeling, you kinda scare me when you didn't wake up when we arrive here?" he said as he walked up to my bed and slowly sitting down.
"I'm fine, but that Sam guy said to stay in bed for a while for my wounds to heal" I said "you're lucky you're not that seriously injured"
Matt smirked "I guess, it stinks that I lost some of my hair though"
"Well you needed a haircut anyway"
"You should look at your hair it all dried up with blood in it" he said
"You're not helping my condition Matt" I said "plus I'm not those types of girls who spends hours on hair"
"True"
"And in a month or two your hair will grow back"
He nodded "It hurts, my head been pounding for the last few days"
"Hey, can you look out the window for me please?"
He raised an eyebrow "why"
"Tell me what you see since I can't look for myself" I said
Matt shrugged, got up and walked over to the window to look. "I see the half the town surrounded by a gate and guards. A few dead people trying to get in and other survivors. The outside world is empty and dead and it a cloudy day"
"Thanks" I said
He nodded and continued looking out the window "I've never been in Flagstaff, it's too bad their Wal-Mart was destroyed"
"I'm sorry, Matt" I said
He looked at me "for what"
I took another deep breath which brought pain "for trying to kill you the other day"
"Oh that thing on the roof, its ok it wasn't like you had a choice" he said as he sat down again.
"I know, but if that helicopter came just a minute later you would've been dead and I'll be alone with that guilt"
"Don't worry about it, I told you to do it remembered" he said and I nodded
"So how the hospital" I asked
"It small and parts of the building are damage but it ok and Sam is a doctor here"
"Oh, I was just wondering" I said frowning
"Cheer up, Bianca, we're alive and partly well and when we recover we'll have a new life to start" he said
I said nothing but I felt him grabbing my hand and gave it a small tight squeeze for support and comfort
"But where to begin" I asked as we sat there thinking."By the way, you wouldn't believe this weird dream I had when I was unconscious"
"Really, what was it about"
I stared at the ceiling as I begin telling him the dream I had about my parents . . .
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Chapter One: Two Years Later: Things can change in two years.