The Hunted

The Wire

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Listen to Shawn Mendes Stitches when listening to it. I prefer the Acoustic but it's all up to you. It works the same either way.

Enjoy!

Hugh's P.O.V

"Argh!  Fuck!  Bloody Freaking Hell!  What the hell!"  I screamed as Alicia threaded the wire through my skin, then through my wounded flesh and tightly pulled up.  It felt like like a needle poking viciously through my leg again and again! I have literal stabbing pains! I never knew you could ever be in this much pain! Jesus! Alicia! Stop bloody pulling the wire in my leg!

The pulling stopped and I open my eyes and looked down at my leg. Alicia let go of the wire and put the tweezers down on the bed. The bleeding's stopped and my leg is covered in dried blood. The wires bent on a strange way and my leg still throbs of pain but at least the stabbing feeling has gone away. Alicia stares at her work then at me then back at the leg then says "Ok...Hugh you better not get shot anymore because there is no way I'm ever doing that again. Hugh? Don't you dare do it. now I'm going to try not to throw up on you".

Alicia's P.O.V

He moves his legs a little looking down at it. He cringes then laughs. That's weird I've never actually heard Hugh laugh before. It's warm and and calming. Its probably the best thing I've heard all week. I look up at Hugh and his gaze has returned back down to his leg "You enjoying my craftsmanship there? It's a one of a kind work." Hearing the words come out of my mouth...I did sound cocky and it was nice to be cocky, especially having fun you know. Everything's been crazy for the past few days and it's nice to have a bit of fun from someone who isn't crammed into my house and driving me crazy.  This is different.  It's a nice change of pace.

"Hey Alicia is there a tree around here?  I need something to help me stand and something to carve to pass the time." He's kidding right? There's perfectly good walking sticks laid around abandoned buildings in this neighbourhood. He wants a stick? "Uh...Yeah there's some trees out the front we can go check them out later but right now you've got to rest. You've literally just had a bullet taken out of you and just got sown up with a wire by a disgusted and inexperienced 17 year old girl." I say to him keeping a firm stare. He can't leave yet. I mean he's got a bad leg and he looks exhausted. He laughs and says "Well alright then Miss Alicia we'll go check out the sticks tomorrow then." I've laid down the law. Hugh will stay here. I walk over to the bathroom and grab some band aids, pull his arm from his chest, spread some antiseptic of his arms then apply the bandages. He's fine. He'll be fine. There's nothing more to worry about. He's not losing a hand or turning into one of those things. It's all good. I walk out and ride my stolen bike back to the palace down the road.

Hugh's P.O.V

Yeah sure Alicia I'm just going to stay here and do nothing. That isn't happening sweetheart. There's no way I'm going to be able to pass the time staring at the ceiling just laying here. I'm going to get up and grab me a stick and I'm going to spend my time carving it into the perfect walking staff/weapon. I swing my good leg down and carefully move my injured to the floor. It feels like a brick; heavy and stiff. I try to stand up but sit right back down. As soon as I put pressure on the leg a agonising pain shoots out. Ok then. How am I going to do this. Ok. I'm just going to do it. Suck it up Hugh. Get off the bloody bed will you! Unbelievably I stand up or about 3 seconds...then I fall back down. Ugrh! Why does life have to be so difficult? Can't a guy just get up, get a stick form a tree then go back to bed? Why does it have to be so hard all the bloody damn time? First it was my parents bugging me about getting great scores in my exams so I could get some fancy scholarship into an "amazing" school which now seems like a pathetic dream. Now my parents are gone and I have a bloody bullet wound in my leg and can't even get out a bloody bed!

I should stop complaining. Some people have got it worse. Their whole families are gone at least I have my sister somewhere in New York...that is if she's still safe. I mean she's 20 years old. Last year I would've thought that she could handle just about anything but against this, this virus I'm not so sure. At least I have her...at least for now. Some people have lost their friends and family. I still have my sister and now I've got Alicia. But this will change. I know it. Soon enough one of us whether it's one of the Clarks or me. We'll get infected and deny the fact that they have really changed. No one should feel the pain I felt when I saw my parents. You should just get it over with. No attachments. It'll be easier when we have to shoot the infected in the head anyway. No sentiment and some of us might be able to survive this. Yeah. I have to accept that that's the way things are now. You get infected? You get shot. It saves the infected and the people close to it a lot of pain and suffering. I accept this.

I lie back down and fall into the pillows sinking into a deep sleep.

A/N

When it's Hugh's P.O.V Alicia and Chris are trashing that rich guy's place...just letting you know coz I'm going to skip writing about it.