Unstoppable: Revitalized

-53- (Final Bonus)

Fuck... Fuck, Ow- Fuck- Jesus- 

My head felt lead-lined: It wouldn't move, twitch, or even respond when my eyes opened, the lights being just as blinding as ever. I blinked a few times, still trying to patch everything together, before forcing the muscles in my neck to lean sideways, revealing the garden door, the darkness fighting against the light for control. A groan, ragged and shaky, wormed it's way out of my dry, aching mouth as I slowly rolled my bones and muscles against each other, feeling everything connect and disassemble like normal.

I- I'm alive... I'm alive? Oh my god, I'm alive!

A million thoughts rushed into my mind, each one more impactful than the last, forcing me to roll my chest up, letting me sit. A wave of nausea swept over me, but I fought just enough in my state to cross my legs, my joints sounding and feeling creakier than ever before.

This isn't possible. Bud was the only reason I came back. He kept me stitched together. How- How am I alive?

My hands cupped my cheeks as I kept my breaths deep and slow, using my hands to grasp onto the table, shakily standing. I couldn't let go: It was like learning to walk all over again. Each step felt like a minor victory, until I let go of the table, crashing to the floor, screaming in agony. My body suddenly felt on fire. Every cell, every fibre of my being leapt to attention, ripping against itself in an attempt to drown me in it's agony. I couldn't fight it, my brain gave in immediately, slumping into unconsciousness.

When my eyes opened once again, I found myself outside, dragging my body towards the street, my animal side refusing to die. My skin crawled against me as I pushed against it, the fire inside me refusing to be snuffed out. 

If I get to the street I'll- I'll be fine. Hospital. Save. I'll make it. People need me. Poppy needs me. I have to find her.

Suddenly, headlights swung into my drive, causing me to throw my hands in front of me, praying they stopped in time. The lights blinded me, before suddenly dimming, as if examining me. Two sets of car doors slammed as I opened my eyes, hoping it would be someone who took a wrong turn, or an older couple who were lost.

But that's not my luck.

Instead, I found two people, clad head to toe in what looked like hazard material suits, their faces obscured by their opaque sheen. They seemed frozen at first, hands still and bodies stiff, clearly stunned by my appearance. I attempted to form a sentence, but both immediately drew large guns on me, pointed at my head, fingers gently cupping the triggers.

"Rochelle to HQ, you are not gonna believe this..."

They both pulled their triggers, and I swear I saw the bullets heading towards me, splattering their way into my cranium before my head went dark, the last feeling I had being my brain hit the concrete floor, my body unresponsive and my brain scrambling as it shut down, for what I hoped would be the final time.