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Chapter Four:
"There he is, slowly, slowly easy does it," a voice says soothingly.
"Easy…" I hear the Doctors voice says to me. Opening my eyes fully, hurt a hell of a lot, It was if someone tied a cinder block to them. My eyesight was blurred so I didn't try to stare for too long. I could see two people next to me.
Turning to the Doctor, the male assistant spoke,"I'll remove the neck brace now," he said turning back to face me.
The doctor pulled on her gloves before turning to the assistant and grabbing hold a pair of medical scissors,"I'll remove the tube from his mouth," she conferred with him.
"Just relax, it'll be over sooner then you know it," the assistant spoke in a hush manner to me.
It begins with the neck brace, there was a lot of discomfort when he undid it. There a stark contrast of pain, duller then from when I first woke up. He tug bit by bit as it came undone. Placing his hands on my neck, he patted gently as he talked to himself. 'Mild swelling, spinal correction is steady for the time being, a bit discoloration, all an all he's recovering!' He mutters as he wrote down his recordings.
The Doctor took the scissors, and cut the medical tapping around my mouth, oddly I didn't notice it. With her tugging she winded the tubing from my thoart which causes me to almost vomit. Almost. Soon she undid my IV.
"Alright I'll deal with the restraints you'll get the face bandages."
The assistant nods as I feel an release on my chest and arms, they most of keep me tied to the bed for my own good. The assistant took his hands like a professional and snip the first layer before unraveling the bandages, giving relief to my worn face. Soon the two converged at my midsection and reapated the process with bandages to my chest and back.
"It is done!" The assistant said softly.
"Good work, now there two more things left," before I heard her finished that device of hers shinned into my eyes momentarily. "His concussion has subsided, now let's get a final x-ray of his lower spine. In all this time I remain quiet, oddly enough I had a thousand questions. But I went along with the proceedings.
The assistant walked behind the bed by an inch unlocking the locking mechanism. He began to push the bed towards the smaller room, adjourned on the other side of this room. It was a short trip as he locked the bed and threw a lead cover me to do his x-ray. Side by side he postion me. This went on for a while until was back in the spot I came from. The two left me alone for a while, leaving me to my thoughts. Somehow I was in enough pain to not be able to contact Thomas. That even if where in the same location. I don't even remember how I ended up here in the first place. Then it all comes back to me…
There we were, landing at the helicopter designated spot. Sand flew in multiple directions, as the blades settle down. A new man opens the door to usher us and the troops who came to our recuse. Sand was spewed miles across, prehaps endlessly compare to what the eye could see. We all disembark one after another, the sun was past set the only lights coming from a near by compund large and grand.
"Get the kids outta here," the new man said thru gritted teeth as his gun came out of it's holsters.
The men who carried Thomas out of WICKED join his fellow crew mate up a rather steep sand dune. It didn't register yet, but there was threat; as the pilot started the engine. One man ran with us as a few from the compound hurries our way. They were carrying some heavy artillery.
"Faster!"
"Ghfhughfh!" A ungodly moan echoed out from behind us.
"What the hell are they?" Cried out Thomas
"We call them Cranks. Humans that have been infected with the Flare," the man said as he shoot a few suppressing fire.
Everyone ran as fast as could, I on one hand was falling behind. Pain ripped and seared down my legs and back, as I trip forward a few feet, face planting into the cold sand, a hefty amount goes down my throat causing me to cough and gag.
Eventually the others dont notice I'm no longer besides them as the men push forward up the sand dunes to repel the swarm.
It's too late as one highly zombified human with rotting flesh and horrid stench was soon upon me. I felt the air from my lungs cut short of a cry from the dry sand I sallowed.
The Crank drew closer till it was right above my face, it was going to do something horrifying to me. Foam from it's mouth drip onto my face, it's shredded clothing revealed torn undergarments and unsightly bits. I shut my eyes, too pain ridden to fight back. All that hard work to be killed by shuck zombie!
I peer through half shut eye's to see the Crank hovering over my body. I hear the guns shots across the wastes yet no one has come to my aid. Tears wilt as they crawl down my dry face, nearly evaporating before they reach my cheeks.
"Ghuhfhhyh," moan the Crank with nails black like obsidian and twice the length of a bird of prey. It means to slit my thoart or torture me. I don't recall much of the Flare and how it effects it's host. Obviously it isn't a zombie, probably it's a mental effecting virus. The Cranks wobbles like it's drunk before laying into my nose with a fierce thud. "Ghughghh," it wails before another delibarte strike upon my nose, it's nails rake so percise across my face.
My friends are expert runners, definitely would of had made it into the complex. Startled with fear dashed aside, I force a gritty laugh chockmy strain thoart. The delirium has set in, as I lost count of the hits I've taken from this bastard. With eyes wide open the sight above the Crank was gorgeous as stars filled the sky so bright so brilliant. I haven't seen the stars In so long, it eases up my body as blood drips from old wounds and nose.
"Leave him alone!" A sharp voice calls out like a war cry. A shadow rushes past. It's Thomas. Thomas with his gathered speed charges forward lifting his knee up so hard it connects with the Cranks skull sending it back a few feet, crumpling in pain. Without out word's I'm up on my feet being dragged by Thomas. The complex growing closer.
"Gurwwh," the echoing wail is at our necks. Before we could react a gun shot rings out a further back sending our pursuer to it's grave. As I limp we make it at long last.
"We've got injured, get this one to the OR, the other's in the in there.."
Immediately I'm hauled away I see my friends being manhandled into a room while attempting to follow me. A man in scrubs apporch me as I'm carried away, and jabs something into my neck, that's when everything goes dark.
A/N: It's been a while, but I finally got back into writing. I've been rewriting the next couple of chapters until I was satisfied. Hopefully I still am. See y'all soon with a new chapter.