Only hours after Aaron left the ominous first aid station my leg began to throb. I quickly look down at the stitches and notice that one of them had split open. The light blue thread was dangling from the open gash, and blood was beginning to trickle down my leg. The blood was dark red, black almost. But the thing that bothered me the most, was the disgusting aroma of an outermost layer of crusty puss surrounding the stitches. When I leaned in closer to examine my leg, my eyes began to water and burn. The stench was horrid.
I knew that Ari would soon begin to worry about where I was at and whether or not I was safe, so I decided that I needed to get back to him as soon as possible. Aaron told me that I had to wait at least three days for the stitches to heal, but by the looks of his stitching technique, I don't exactly feel credulous towards his suggestions. So I slowly scoot my way off of the desk and land hard on my feet. But my leg must have undergone a lot of pressure from my weight, because more blood began to trickle from my leg. But this time it was thick, and so, a giant puddle of my blood began to form on the floor.
As I land I stumble immediately, making the pain in my leg grow even more immense than before. But this time I ignored it and began to hobble slowly toward the front door. As I look out the old creaky window, I notice that the light in the sky was growing fainter and fainter.
I sigh to myself, I knew that I had to get home as soon as possible. I couldn't stand to have Ari worry over me, and what if he went out looking for me and got hurt himself?
I swiftly and carelessly turn the door knob to the right, as I pull the door back it creaks loudly.
"Geez." I mutter under my breath.
I open the door all the way and step outside. But when I do, I immediately want to go back in. The trees were swaying in the wind, and the cold, frigid air was sending a burning sensation up my leg.
I shift my weight, on my uninjured leg, and stumble out of the doorway. When I'm finally outside of the first aid station, I take a look at my surroundings. I observe trees and other types of vegetation as far as my eyes can see, and the gravel road, in which lead me to this place, was still there. Looking as eerie as ever.
I begin to walk away from the ominous first aid station. As the wind was howling the trees sway, I began to feel queasy. What if someones watching me? I thought. But I quickly pushed that image out of my mind, and continued to walk the gravel road. As my leg drag behinds me, I can see an automobile driving towards me. It was a large black van, with enormous tires, and dark, tinted windows. By now, the van had slowed down, so that it was doing a light jog, like the people who used to walk up and down my block. I allow the van to pass me, and think nothing of it. That is, until, the van backs up slowly. I stand, frozen with fear.
