CHAPTER 229
Dianna pushed the glass door with the bottom of her boot, and it opened. She walked through with Seth flopping over her shoulder like a half filled sand bag. Her gaze swept the room. She saw a desk in front of her, a couch on the back wall to her right, and between them a water cooler and a metal door with a small glass window marked HANGER.
Dianna turned around. Kyra was trailing through the door behind her. It clanged shut, and she met eyes with Dr. Johnson but realized that she was looking past her. Kyra turned around, and they both stared at the door, taking note that the magnetic lock was not engaging.
Dianna sighed and shifted her eyes to her left, letting her gaze rest on the large glass window on the face of the room. It spanned the area of a double wide garage door and made it very easy for any hungry carnivore to enter if they so chose. Dianna shook her head, remembering that long night at the operations building. This felt all too familiar.
Dianna crossed the room and spread Seth out over the couch cushions.
A voice squeaked behind her, "Dr. Johnson?"
Dianna put a hand on her forehead. She was fighting back a swell of stress induced tears. The last thing she felt like doing was answer a question. She literally felt like her brain might rupture into a puddle of goo if she were made to speak.
"Dr. Johnson?"
Dianna turned around and faced Kyra.
Kyra was looking at Seth's face. The skin was red, and his eyes were swollen shut. "Is he gonna be ok?"
Dianna looked back at Seth and then at Kyra. "We need to rinse his eyes out. He should wake up in a few hours." Dianna pointed to the door marked HANGER. "There's an emergency shower through there. I need to find something to jam that front door and then find a weapon. I think there's a gun locker in the hanger. Do you think you can take care of Seth?"
Kyra nodded. She could see that Dr. Johnson was not in a good state of mind. Her words were almost rambling. One thought collided into the next without much regard for what was previously said. Kyra almost felt like Dianna was speaking to someone that wasn't even in the room, like she was hallucinating or talking to herself. "Dr. Johnson?"
"What?" She sounded frustrated.
Kyra was hesitant in light of Dianna's demeanor, but they had both witnessed something out on the runway that seemed relevant, and it had yet to be addressed. "What was that explosion?"
Dianna looked through the large front window and stared off. "I don't know."
"Do you think anyone else is still here… I mean alive?"
"I don't know."
"There were gunshots."
Dianna didn't respond.
"Is there another way off the island. Can't we find some other way to call for help?"
"God damn it!" Dianna didn't mean to burst, but she had. She paused and took a breath. "I don't know." She continued to stare through the window at the barren runway. "I'm sorry." She turned to Kyra. "Can you please just take care of Seth? I don't know anything yet. I just need some time to figure this shit out."
Kyra nodded in silence and went.