Turned World (On Hiatus)

5 - The Scientist and the Engineer

  Voices could be heard. There were two people talking.

 "How are there no changes after so long?”

 “I have no idea. It’s like no infection at all that is being picked up.”

 “Could this be immunity? That’s impossible right?”

 “The results seem to prove otherwise. To be more accurate… it’s not that there is no infection, it’s more like the infection is being fought back at a faster rate than it can spread.”

 “Amazing…”

  There was a loud beeping from a cardiac monitor.

 “The heart’s beating!”

 “Impossible! I expected the minute contamination to be fought off, but contamination of that level… This is beyond logical.”

 “Looks like immunity is really possible!”

 “It must be. Turned hearts don’t usually beat. Let's go check.”

 “Alright.”

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  Trein slowly opened his eyes. A bright light was right above him, causing him to look away quickly, blinking rapidly.

 “Senses seem to still be functioning accurately.”

 “Amazing…”

  Trein slowly looked back. There were two people on either side of him. He felt something cold on his back, as if he was resting on something metal.

 “Hello, can you understand me?” A male voice.

  Squinting, Trein turned his head to the right and looked up at the person. He was wearing a lab coat, dirtied with different coloured spots here and there. Under the coat he wore a dark, torn shirt and pants. There was a belt with some buttons and other gadgets on it. On his left wrist was a control pad of sorts with a screen on it. He had short light brown hair, almost grey.

 “Huh... What... Where am I...?” Trein found his voice sounding coarser than normal and his throat dry.

 “You’re in a safe place. How are you feeling?”

 “How do I…?” Trein slowly tried to move and realized that he couldn’t. He couldn’t feel his arms either but he could move his right shoulder. “I feel… weird…”

  He then noticed a stench which had filled the room. The smell of blood. He tried to sit up but felt a sharp pain run through his body. He noticed that a blanket of sorts was covering him from his neck down.

 “Calm down, calm down. It’s best if you don’t try moving right now.”

 “Eh? Why?”

 “How do I put this…”

 “You don’t have any hands.” A female voice spoke. It was the person on the other side.

 “I… What?” Trein looked over at her, a scared expression on his face.

  She had blonde hair, now dirty from the dust. She was dressed in dirty overalls, torn in some places.

 “Jada, what the f-! Why’d you tell him that?” The man covered his face with his hand, sighing in utter disapointment.

 “What? Just get it out and be done.” she said, yanking the blanket away.

  Trein looked down at his body and felt his blood run cold. His right hand was gone, the wrist completely mangled. He looked over at where his left hand was and was greeted with empty space, everything was gone, including the shoulder and some of his chest.