Yay chapter six!
I didn't see the doctor again for what felt like ages. During that time, a white haired woman covered in pale blue scrubs with a mask covering her identity, would come in and help me to get my muscles working again. Whilst an armed Draculoid stood in the corner of the room, she would take my hands and help me walk around the room. But the nurse (which is what I thought of her as) was a harsh woman and wouldn't let me stop for breaks when my legs strained from the sudden activity after being frozen in place for too long.
"Get up!" she would screech whenever I fell down. I would scream back that I couldn't get up, which only made her angry. She would only help me up if I could get to my knees all on my own. Although, despite how much I hated her, she did get my legs working again but I was so glad to see the back of her.
Finally, the day came when I woke up and on my bed above my feet, were some neatly folded up clothes. I slipped out of the bed, flinching slightly at the cold floor (I would never get used to it) and padded over to the end of the bed. The clothing wasn't anything special – trousers, long sleeved t-shirt, socks and trainers, all in white. I changed quickly and sat on the bed, swinging my feet as I waited for the doctor.
What am I doing?
The unexpected thought startled me but I couldn't deny it; what was I doing, sitting here, waiting for a BLI worker to come pick me up? Did I have a death wish or was I just stupid?
"I've got to get out of here," I muttered to myself, sliding off the bed. I peered through the curtain before slipping carefully out into the corridor. As I crept down the corridor, I made sure to keep an ear open for any sounds of someone approaching. Either luck was on my side or BLI was having a day out because wherever I went, it was as as quiet as a ghost town. Too quiet in fact.
Where is everybody? I wondered when all of a sudden, the entire corridor was flooded by a flashing red light.
"Security alert! Patient four hundred and forty-two has escaped! All Scarecrow agents to close off all exit routes. I repeat, all Scarecrow agents to close off all exits," a robotic voice alerted loudly over a tannoy system.
"Shit!"
I sprinted down the rest of the corridor as the loud marching of Scarecrow agents became louder and louder from behind me. I had to find somewhere to hide! Throwing every door in front of me open (I didn't care about being quiet right now – I had to get out of here now), I searched every corner for somewhere remotely safe to hide. My heart thumped against my rib cage painfully and I was breathing heavily. Then, I found it:
A closet door.
Without thinking, I threw open the door and quietly closed it behind me. I held my breath as the agent's footsteps became louder and louder as they approached.
Don't be scared, they won't look here, I thought to myself over and over. I clenched my hand into a fist and shoved it into my mouth. Be quiet, be quiet, be quiet…. I breathed a sigh of relief when the footsteps did indeed pass by my hiding place and I began thanking every God I knew the name of. Just as I began to thank Zeus, a male voice cut through my whispering.
"I don't care if you have to shoot her in the head, just bring me her body now!" the man snarled. I looked over to my right and in the darkness, saw what looked like a small screen emitting blue light. I guessed that the sound came from another room and was being picked up by the screen on the other side.
Maybe it acts like some kind of radio?
I nervously tapped the screen, hoping it wouldn't make a sound. Miraculously, it didn't but I still jumped back in surprise when the screen changed and began showing me different visuals from security cameras. They ranged from offices to corridors and many other places in the building, as I found out when I swiped my index finger across the screen from the right to the left side.
There was one small visual that caught my attention. I tapped on it and the visual enlarged until it filled the entire screen. My eyes widened at the sight.
On a small cot against the wall, lay a man with greasy black hair that fell down to his shoulders. I could see his eyes were closed and judging by the rise and fall of his chest, I could assume he was fast asleep, not bothered by the warning signals that even lit up in his cell. He lay with his back facing the wall, knees brought up to his chest with his arms folded. He was wearing exactly the same clothes as I was, except for the socks and trainers. His shirt was short-sleeved, exposing various tattoos covering his skin. When I looked up to his face the second time, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I knew who this man was. His face was on the many Wanted posters that'd been stapled to buildings in every city, every town I'd come across.
Fun Ghoul.
In that second, I'd already made up my mind; I was going to get this man and myself out of here if it was the last thing I did