The Sickness.

Chapter 7

Authors note:
I am really sorry for not writing in a while. I've been lost of inspiration, but a wonderful friend of mine books got me thinking. I just love all of her books, they really touch me by my heart. You should check her newest book, "Sister To Luke Hemmings."
I've never been a fanfiction reader but I gave this novel a chance. It's incredible and I just want her to know that, because I know that she is doubting on it and herself as a writer. The last thing I will say before beginning the story is that I love her writing and I really think that she as an author is fantastic.
Well that's it, let's begin.

Chapter 7 :
I woke up by a weak day light.
This town was covered by a thick layer of dust, so thick that the sun hardly could shine through. I coughed a couple of times, my lunges wasn't used to this dirty air.
"Oh, hi! You're awake!"
I nodded camly but my stomach refused to be as calm as my inner.
I hadn't eaten for about two days.

"I've made breakfast. Do you want some?"
I raised up and followed the man into the kitchen. It was a quite messy and it smelled bad but the food on the table made me find my apitite again.
I sat down and took 3 spoons of whatever it was. I tasted it and nearly spitted it out. No time to be spoiled now. I ate it all up and petted my little stomach that was now calm and full. The old man came into the kitchen, "How did it taste?"
I looked down to the floor, I didn't want him to think am rude for everything he had done for me.
"Well, it was...Special."
He smiled, "Disgusting, isn't it?"
I smiled too, "Pretty much."
I looked at the brown soogly food. "It looks like canned dog food."
He laughed. "It tastes like it too!"
He gave me a glass of water, "to wash the taste down."
I drank a small amount of the water before getting curious.
"But really, what is it?"
His face got confused.
"I...I reallt don't know. I would guess some kind of canned beans or something. All I know is that I have 2346 cans of it. It's the only thing eatable here. Everthing else is infected by the sickness, do not every eat anything else than this disgusting dog food!" He said and broke into laugheter, I joined. I could use some of that happiness after everything that has happened recently.
After a half an hour we are done chatting and clean our dishes.
I went into the room where I slept. It wasn't a real bed, it was actually a table that he had place a white piece of fabric on.
The man came and joined me in the rooms he called "lab".
"Right! You need a bed! I have one right here." He threw of a large blanket that was placed onto the bed.
"I hope this suits you, madame." He made a gesture with his arm that invited me in to test it out.
"Perfect! Not too hard neither too soft!"
I hugged the man and thanked him for everything he had done.
"My pleasure. I've been alone in so many years. It's nice with company, or else I might have gone insane!"
I laughed at his extremly bad joke.
He was so nice to me for no special reason. I wish more people were like him, I didn't even know his name. Am I so cold hearted that I haven't even cared to ask for his name? What's wrong with me?
"I am so sorry! I haven't even asked for your name! What a terrible person I am. I haven't even introduced myself! Oh, god! How can you forgive me?"
He smiled.
"Don't be so hard on yourself. You nearly died for some hours ago, of course you have a lot in your head shaking around. If you still wonder, my name is Dr. Chespian.
But you can call me Joe."
"How nice! My name is Emma. Emma Niclouas."