Animalistic

Meeting the Master

(Sorry, but there's no song lyric which suits this chapter which I know of!)
Mark
"Mark?"
It was a voice that broke the wall of amnesia that held back the tide of memories that had unsuccessfully tried to break the one thing that was holding it back. But the sharp stone of recall went flying into that wall, shattering it and releasing the tsunami of memory from its restraints. On the crest of the metaphorical wave were the memories of the past two months. More specifically, the memories of one young woman.
Elise Rogers.
Obviously the trigger will be at the forefront of the memories. All of the memories were too much for my brain to handle, so my eyes rolled back in my head and I entered the void that was unconsciousness.
* * *
I woke up on a hard surface. I quickly sat up. It felt like both my physical and mental movements were restricted. This was undoubtedly because of the IV on my arm. Just the, a klaxon blared, probably signifying my return to the land of the conscious. A couple of medics dashed in. "We're gonna pump you with enough anaesthetics to make you sleep like an Infect. We'll see if the word sleep gets removed." The other one pushed a button or 2 and I saw the clear liquid run into my arm. The last thought I had was a prayer. 'Please let his metaphor stay just that.'
* * *
I woke up, this time free of any restraints, on a hospital gurney. It wasn't exactly a plank of wood but it also wasn't something a king wouldn't turn his nose up at. An animal wouldn't turn up its nasal area.
Something like me.
But there's no way they could know, right? If they did, they probably wouldn't have been so generous with their resources. I would have been cast out to the wild streets of the Big Apple. The mirror to my current condition. Two burly soldiers walked in. Their name tags read Sting and Morph. They were idly chatting and I heard one say, "You won't wanna piss him off. He ripped the ribs outta that guy."
So that's what I'm known for.
Carnage.
Not far from the truth.
"You're seeing Director Juline now. Follow us."
I was too troubled to say much so I just followed them.
We ended at a room that had 4 pieces of furniture; a desk and three chairs.
A cool and confident voice was speaking. " Captain Aphale, recon Sector 13 at 1800 hours and bring back water. Supplies are running low." The one who said this was probably a natural leader.
I sat down after the captain had left.
Director Juline said,"You must have had quite an ordeal, Mr Fisher. Enlighten me."
* * *
Two cups of coffee, a flask of tea, a parched throat, and three or four thousand words later, I was finished with my narrative.
"Mmmhmm. And you must be wondering why we are in this predicament, right? Sit back and relax, Mr Fisher. It's gonna be a long ride.
"About seven or nine months ago, an untested biological simple was released accidentally at a nearby biochemistry lab. The resulting gas contained the Rf-62 pathogen - a necroa. It kills people. But about 30% of the population did have a certain resistance to it. So it reanimated them after death. Made them the living dead.
No one knows why we're fine. Maybe it's a recessive gene or something. But we do know this- we have to make contact with other nations and also find a cure. The latter's going well. The former......not quite. The cure is 73% complete and should take a week or so. In the meantime, we're trying to survive."
"How-how am I still alive?"
"Spoken like a true node of Ranvier,"she said,"We don't know."
My mind reeled from all this information. How did this happen? How? And the most important question of all:
Who the shuck leaves a deadly virus where it can spread?
"You'll spend a few days in recovery before you can begin your duties. You look like a good builder, but from what I've heard, combat is a better option. Just remember gloves."
Apparently there was some cue or something, because just then Sting and Morph came back into the room.
"Come on, bro. You'll need your sleep."
They led me to the sickbay, where I promptly lost consciousness.
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Director Juline
This shouldn't be possible. How is he here? I recognised it immediately. What he was hiding inside him. I've never heard of this in my 37 years of awareness. Life must have been hard, trying to understand the nature of his predicament. The first of his kind I've met. A barrier traverser-in the metaphorical sense. A tightrope walker. I immediately recognised it around him.
An aura.
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Bang bang boom boom were done!(casually tosses protesting grammar nazi out le window)
This may seem rushed as I had to do it for a special event. I will upload the revised edition later.
Happy birthday peagasus_moonbeam you da legend! (Actually no I am) lol
But thanks for all the bajillion trillion quadrillion exillion thousand and two hundreds and sixty-seven amounts of support you've been giving be, and I say that to all my readers here. Wish you, Esha, a fragging amazing 2015-16(finals too).
Second piece of news. 1 1/2 month hiatus. Yep. I got school exams and it's hard to Wattpad and study at the same time. So, yeah. I'll have the next chapter up by fourth week of September. All the more time for you to ponder on my cliffhanger!
Mwahahahahahaha*cough cough*
So, earthen pots and canteens and hand grenades away,
Tons and tons of queen biscuits and king grasshoppers who be hatin',
But all the friggin scouted toadstools-
-Dystopian Legend
See you in a month!