Hopeless wanderer {L,H}

Three

Chapter three

I remember crying over the fresh bodies of dead orphans the day I arrived at a fallen orphanage. I had been strong for so long, but seeing those harmless children bleed to death was breaking me. they had no parents anymore. No one to protect them. They had hurt so much more than what I did. Sure, I was technically the same. I lost my parents too somehow. But they grew up in a place without any information and loving arms. I cried, because I should've been there to stop it. they had no one to fend for them. I knew that place. My mother and I used to bring old toys to that place when it was around the holidays.

What am I trying to say is, that these creatures don't see the difference if you're a child or not. They only know fast and slow meat. A lot and minimal meat.

They only thing that I realized is that day, that faith was getting less more believable than it was and that time wasn't a thing to play with anymore.

It has been said, 'times heals all wounds. I for example do not agree. The wounds remain in time, protecting it's sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens but it's never gone. It always will be a part of you. Whether you like it or not. What do time is, is that it's very precious. It can save one's life. Just like that man did when he picked me up and brought me to safety.

I jolted awake, my eyes hurting from the light. I felt a major headache pounding in my head that increased more and more with the minute. I stared up to see a white ceiling. I was in a bed. Like a real bed. It has been months since the last time I slept in a bed or something that even came close to it. I usually let Lucie sleep in one if there even was one, which was seldom. It felt so surreal and this bed was the softest one yet since the outbreak and if I wasn't in so much pain, I would've cried of happiness and take a nap. But unfortunate, I felt too much pain and pressure on my head and feet, to enjoy the softness of the thick matrass. I was still slightly in a daze and suddenly my ears caught the sound of a machine beeping and tubes pumping. A terrible pain shot through my wrist and I immediately recognized a tube taped to my wrist. The IV pulsed some strange kind of  blueish liquid through my veins. Me being thoroughly confused was mildly a huge understatement. I had no clue where I was or even where Lucie was. I was alone. I felt alone.

I felt a tight pressure on my ribs, making it hard to breath and even if I did, it nearly half clenched down my throat. I cautiously lifted up my blanket to see that I wasn't in the same clothes I lastly remembered wearing. It was a big white shirt that reached just above my knees and underneath it, my ribs were tightly bandaged. There were crazy thoughts running through my mind. It felt like a rewind back to when things were normal, when things weren't crazy. The room looked like a hospital room, but I knew that wasn't possible whatsoever since I knew that the end of the world started months ago and that there were no hospitals anymore. Then why was I here?

At that moment I had a fight or flight reaction. I scrambled to get out of bed, ignoring the intense pain that shot through my ribs and head. My feet got caught between the sheets and I stumbled on the floor, falling hands down to the ground. I felt  the needle in my wrist poking  into my skin and it made me let out a soft whimper. I decided that I needed to get out of that place. I harshly ripped off the tube and it fell down to the ground. The blueish liquid spilled on the floor like a waterfall, mixing it with my own wine red blood that was dripping down my wrist. The pain was indescribable. I gripped my wrist out of pain and crawled to the table next to my bed and got up by pulling myself up at the side of the table. My legs were trembling and it was hard to balance my own weight and walking without trying to fall. I limped to the only door there was in that room. I harshly pulled at the doorknob, but it wouldn't budge at first. I feared that someone locked me inside there. It was my worst fear, being locked up. I frantically kept pulling at the door, but after a few seconds I heard voices talking and I completely froze. I stopped trashing the door handle and listened to the voices outside the door.