Epilogue: Tedium

The pages of the book in his hand were rough, the browning paper scented with old knowledge and time and he breathed in a deep breath of it; at least it was better than the disinfectant they used around here. Turning the page, he sighed as the black inked words became one big blur, his thumb going numb from keeping the heavy book open and his ankles were starting to get pins and needles.

Snapping the book shut, he dropped it on the counter as he brought his feet back down onto the ground, wheeling the chair closer to the screens in front of him. He had hoped a good book would help him pass the time, things could get so boring around here but even the escape of imagination was tedious. The security screens flashed and fuzzed in front of him, the rooms they spied on all still and he groaned, that was what he was going to name this place at the moment; Tedium! The greatest place left in the rotten world to be bored out of your mind. He rubbed at his stubbled chin, shoving the book and the clipboard out of the way as he rest his elbows on the counter, watching the screens carefully.

He had worked for so long to create this place, to make it operational and a place that people could come to but for the last few weeks things had been slow; he was a scientist for god's sake, he needed to use his mind!
Looking back at the screen, he scanned over all over them in order; cell one was empty, still not cleaned from the last occupant, cell two the corpse still hadn't moved and in cell three the man wouldn't stop thrashing on the bed. All the way to cell nine from then on, all banging against the door and probably screaming for their release; nothing new.
Leaning back in his chair the man picked up his book again, might as well give it another go. For years he had thought he was a patient man but he was so bored, not patient with waiting for them to die.
They made it look so horrible and slow, it disturbed him.

Something caught his eye and he dropped the book into his lap, fixing up the glasses on his face as one of the subjects collapsed, having a spasm on the ground of his cell.
Finally.
Scooping up his clipboard, he pressed the button on the intercom to call someone to come down with him; they needed to get the blood before he reanimated and who knew how long that would take when there was a harsh knock at his door.

"What is it?" he snapped.
"Harrison, we've got something for you."
Rolling his eyes, Harrison put his glasses on the clipboard and moved to the door, ripping it open and glaring at the men standing outside it. They took their black masks off, something that Harrison didn't understand but if it brought some excitement to them so be it, their guns slung over their shoulders and Harrison widened his eyes dramatically, becoming impatient as they simply stared at him.
"Got some people for you."
They stepped aside and Harrison moved forward, inspecting the two people lying unconscious against the white wall. They looked to be in fine condition, besides the man needing a good shave and a wash but he had to gulp hard when he saw the woman leaning against him. Although covered in blood, she was a woman and a stunning one at that, he hadn't seen anyone as pretty as her for a long time, her dark brown hair tumbling down in a plait over her shoulder.

Clearing his throat, Harrison stood back up, nodding his head proudly.
"Good job. Get them cleaned up and prepared. You know we need as many people as we can get if we are going to get a cure for this thing."

The men returned the nod, one of them saluting as they picked the new people up, carrying them off down the corridor and Harrison watched as they went. Well at least things weren't going to be too boring around here for a few days and he turned quickly to get onto the speaker phone but as he pressed the button down, his eyes scanning to cell nine, he slammed his fist onto the counter, knocking the book onto the floor but he rubbed an angry hand over his face as the subject that had collapsed stirred, managing to get to its feet.
"Cell nine needs clearing," he said finally, not able to hide the disappointment in his face but he rubbed his eyes before slipping his glasses on, switching the camera screen to that of the room he knew the new people would be in, watching as they were dropped onto the bed. Harrison sucked in a breath, "Craig and Richardson, meet me by the loading dock, we have visitors. Make sure cell nine is cleaned and prep cell ten."
Scooping up his clipboard, Harrison hummed a tune as he left the room, walking down the sterilised corridor and feeling some excitement in his steps.
At least he could get back to work again, at least now he wasn't bored.

Thanks for reading and being patient while I had some things to deal with. This story will continue soonish :)

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Silver Kirin xXx