The End of Us

Chapter 2

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        Was it really necessary to blindfold me? No. All I know is that it took a short time to get wherever we were. The driver of the car turned around and pulled off my blindfold. I snapped my teeth at him and he rolled his eyes, getting out of the car.

        My door opened with such ferocity I thought the man was going to rip it off. He reached in and grabbed my arm so hard his knuckles turned white. I whined and he pulled me out of the car, throwing me onto the ground. I heard a gun cock and I froze.

        “Whoa, I swear, I didn’t mean anything I said!” I hear a door slam against a wall and boots walking toward me.

        “Drop the gun!” I don’t take a chance to look up. “I said drop it!” I hope he didn’t mean drop it, as in on the ground. I’m happy when I look up and see the gun going back to the man’s hip.

        “Stand up.” The guy tells me. I don’t object. I stand up immediately and look at him. It was really dark out, but where we were, in a sort of compound thing, there were stadium lights cutting through the darkness. I squint my eyes to see better, but then hear a cry.

        “Mommy!” I whip my head around and see Jason loaded into yet another vehicle, along with Micah. He turns and sees me, yelling for me. They were dressed in blue- why? I run towards them but guys grab me before I even get close. I start crying once again.

        “Let! Me! Go!” I cry out. Their doors shut and I try to break free, failing miserably. My legs were free so I kicked one guy and then the other repeatedly, but nothing happened except for their grip getting tighter around me. I cried from the pain, but was still staring at the car.

        “You fuckers! Let me go!” The car drives away and I yell. Somebody walked toward me fast and with something in their hands. I don’t know what it was because he became blurry as tears clouded my eyesight. And that’s the last thing I remember.

        That bastard hit me over the head! I groan and open my eyes. Where the hell am I? I look around and I’m in this room that was all white tiles. I try to move my arms and look down. Okay, this is freaking me out. I’m on this table thing, but upright. There are these giant metal bars holding me in place, both horizontal and vertical. I can’t move anything but my head and toes. I hope this is all but a really bad dream. I feel a very cold breeze and look down again. Where are my clothes? I’m wearing like this mesh bra and underwear. It actually looks like something people in the movie ‘Prometheus’ would wear. A door opens and I look up. I see this woman in a red uniform holding a clipboard.

        “Um, excuse me?” She obviously didn’t realize I was either there or awake. She walked over to me slowly, cautiously.

        “Please, tell me where I am! I swear I’m not one of those…things!”She looked into my eyes and grabbed something on the table next to her. She put the…paper next to my eyes and looked back and forth. She placed the paper down and grabbed a pencil, writing something on the clipboard.

        “How long has it been since you had contact with the infected?”

        “Um… what day is it?”

        “Tuesday,” she checked her watch. “10:42 p.m.” I nodded and took in a shaky breath. I calculated the time in my head.

        “About 20 hours.” She nodded and marked something off.