Never Close Your Eyes

TC 🔒 : C. 42

| Chapter Forty-Two |

Like a trapped dog soaked in mud, he needed to feel some kind of freedom or his claustrophobia would shine through brighter than his bite marks ever did.

"I've heard the tale of The Murphy; the stories suggest you are the most dangerous man half-alive."

The crazed look in his eyes spoke volumes about the things he would do, because he's done then before on Zs that have lied on the metal slab.

(Y/N) was still stuck on the outfit she was zipped into. How did he get the medieval samurai fit to look like the knight in shining zombie armor, but she in a dress with virtually no protection?

He had her questioning his sanity.

"That's absurd. Listen, our friends are going to be looking for us soon." Murphy persisted with a shake of his head, hoping to scare him off with the mention of more people.

Not many more but enough to make a difference in the world. The long haired brunette of a man faked a laugh, sarcasm dripping off the echoes made in the dusty room.

"Friends? You mean the bounty hunters who were taking you to the CDC lab?"

'How could he even think of them as such?' He wondered to himself.

Stomping over to the chest that was off to the side, away from the directed seating position, the stranger began a rampage of complaints about the people who 'only craved the cure for the Z-virus but didn't want to put work into actually doing something about it'.

Which he was wrong and right, this time. They wanted the Z-Virus; but they were doing experiments that weren't right.

"CDC are idiots." He snatched something from inside his treasure, speaking back to face the two conscious companions.

"I thought we'd cover that." He mumbled softly to himself, reaching the distance between the man sitting in the wheelchair.

He dropped a stack of white envelopes into the hands of the experiment.

"These are all unopened," Murphy's fingers dipped against them, going through the black written ink, the red stamp and the white paper.

It seemed like the 'RETURN TO SENDER' was a slap in the face.

"After awhile, they stopped reading my warning. They were probably in on it." He testified against the CDC practicing, not realizing how close to the truth he really was.

The attitude he threw at the two seemed to be in the manners of 'know-it-all' and rude—because he thought he knew it all.

"The people are sheep. Stay away from the CDC." He concluded, pacing in between the two, since it was a very minimalist audience for a speech.

"I will admit that my interactions with the CDC have left me less than impressed." Murphy agreed truly, a small flashback of when he first met his doctor.

(Y/N) looked at him from the corner of her eye, trying to read what he was spitting and figure out in her own level-head.

She didn't know enough about their side to throw down facts to agree with either voice in the room.

Since the scientist moved them to a more cozy area, he had given (Y/N) a glass of water to down for her throat, that still vibrated with pain.

She was thankful but skeptical of such clean hydration, since he seemed to have an obsession with her looks.

She couldn't figure out if that was a good or bad thing.

"Thank you, Mr. Murphy. It is refreshing to hear you say that." He seemed thrilled to have another like-minded individual agree with him as he moved quickly to sit down next to Murphy.