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9. May 2011, After The First Rescue Mission
One week after the first infection
John was in full doctor mode. He had set Sarahs ribs and bandaged her sprained ankle. She didn´t cry or even twitch and John couldn´t give her the full dose of painkillers, because they had to save them up for an unknown period of time.
"Okay, I am ready. Try not to strain your ankle too much, here use this cane to walk. It will be easier." John grabbed behind him and gave her his old walking cane. She thanked him with a big smile and tried to walk a few steps.
"Go to Beverly and ask her for some ice, it will keep the swelling down."
"Thanks for you help, doctor."
"No, problem and please call me John."
"Okay, nice to meet you, John. I´m Sarah." There was a knock at the door and Lisa appeared in the doorframe.
"Hey, Sarah, how are you?", she asked and moved forward.
"I am okay now. John fixed me up."
"That´s good. Thank you, John."
"No problem, it was a pleasure." John laughed at that and sat down on the chair of his working desk. He yawned and rubbed his hand over the face to wake up a little bit.
"Hey, Sarah, I have to tell you something. They have the newest equipment here. We could work as technicians here!", she said full of excitement.
"Really? Oh, think about the things we could do!"
"Yeah, that´s exactly what I thought!" Both women squealed happily, but John couldn´t understand their excitement.
"Come on, Sarah, I will show you our new playground!" They walked to the door, but the doctor stopped them.
"Please don´t forget, not to strain your ankle, Sarah. Let me see it again in about a week." She nodded and they headed out. John sighed, he was tired and just wanted to crawl into his bunk and sleep for weeks. He stood up from his chair and ignored the pile of work on his desk. Then he switched the light of and walked through the narrow corridor to his and Sherlocks little cabin.
It was dark inside and the only sound was made by Sherlock, who was softly snoring in the upper bunk. Johns eyes adjusted to the darkness and he peered into the upper bunk. Sherlock was cuddling into his blankets, his expression was relaxed and he had something wrapped in his arms, that John couldn´t make out in the darkness.
He walked a bit forward to see what it was and had to smile as he saw his old jumper in Sherlocks arms. A warm feeling was spreading trough John whole body and little butterflys flew wildly around in his tummy. He smiled and chuckled softly.
"Good night and sweet dreams, my secret love.", with that he pulled of his clothes and went to sleep rather fast.
At the same time, but several miles away near Forfar in a private labratory.
"Catch him! Catch the boy!", someone shouted and several men started running after a little boy. The boy escaped through a door and locked it behind him. The room was sterile, there was nothing, he could use to defend himself or hide behind.
His whole body hurt, the many bites hadn´t healed over the last two weeks, but he had to move, he didn´t want to face those horrible creatures ever again!
"Open the door, boy! If you do, we won´t punish you... maybe.", another voice said on the other side of the door.
"I don´t believe you! You will just hurt me more!", he shouted back and tears started to dwell in his huge eyes. They had killed the others or turned them into these "Things", he would be next, because he wasn´t like the rest...
"Boy, open the door!" A shiver ran through his small body, he didn´t want this, he didn´t want to die! He didn´t want to end up like Stephanie or like Daniel! He wanted to live, he wanted to play games with friends, run around in the sun and enjoy life!
"No!", he replied. He would fight them and wouldn´t give up! Something rammed against the door, till it finally burst into pieces. He tried to escape them again, but there was no way to go.
"You can´t escape us anymore, boy. Grab him, Doctor Bourke, wants to see him." They grabbed him at his hair, he tried to struggle and bite his attackers, but it was no use.
"Let me go! I don´t want to!"
"Shut him up.", someone said and he was hit in the stomach. The boy had to dry heave and tried hard to catch his breath.
"No...", he tried again to resist, but one more hit to his head, knocked him out.
He woke up again after some minutes. His head was spinning and he was tied to the table. He tried to break free, but the thick ropes only cut into his tender wrists.
"Hello, boy, it´s a wonderful evening isn´t it?", said someone from behind him, the boy couldn´t see the man, but he knew that voice. Sometimes it was full of sweetness, telling him everything was alright and he would meet his parents again, but this man was the most cruel person on this earth. The man stepped up next to the boy and took some blood from the struggeling kid.
"You can´t escape us. Nobody is going to rescue you. You are alone." A small whimper escaped the boys chapped lips.
"Bring the infected in cage number 5 in. I want to see, what happens this time."
"No! Please no! I will do anything, but please no!", the boy screamed as the door opened and a cage was brought into the room.
His cries could be heard for hours in the whole building, but there was no way to escape and nobody would come to his help. He would die alone and nobody would rescue him.