Immune

Chapter Three

I stood frozen, until another line of sputtering came out. I ran to the man and dropped to my knees. He was a middle aged man with salt and pepper hair, his eyes were a light brown, with a few flecks of what looked like gold, the crows feet decorated his eyes as he stared at me. I was confused as blood spilt from his mouth. My eyes were wide as I thought of what to do, what to say. I looked at my vehicle contemplating just leaving. He pathetically grabbed my shirt with a weak hand making me stay.

“Don’t leave.” He said, it barely understandable.

“I-I won’t.” I said and I took his hand putting my gun on the concrete, his hand was disturbingly cold, and I held back a shiver. His breathing got heavy and slow, catching at parts. I was still confused. Why was he able to talk, did I not hear the undeniable growl? Was I going crazy? Had he been immune too? Had I killed the only immune person I’ve met so far?

He started saying something more, squeezing my hand tighter, and looking into my eyes. Before he could speak anymore, with one last choking breath his face went blank, his head resting on the ground, his eyes losing life, the hand gripping mine fell away. I let it fall to the ground as I stared at the dead body in front of me. I was confused, I didn’t know what to do, so I did what I always did, I closed his eyes.

I stood up wiping my hands on my pants, grabbing my gun. I whipped around making sure no one else was here. I jumped into the car and locked the doors. I raced away from the scene I left behind. My mind was a blur as I whipped onto the highway and drove away.

I looked at my gas level, it was merging on empty.

“Fuck.” I muttered as I spotted a gas station and drove in parking my car and jumping out. I wanted to just be on the road. I grabbed the gas can I had picked up on the way and filled it and my vehicle up. I put it back and closed my gas tank.

I sighed a relief as I drove away; looking at my dashboard that told me it was full. I pushed a hundred and twenty kilometres an hour within a few seconds. The only thing I had to worry about on the road was if a random animal ran out, I had seen a few deer, but it made me happy when I did, reminding me, I’m not totally alone.

That reminded me of the dying man. What the fuck was that? Was I right? In the last seconds before death did they see what was happening?

My eyes glued to the road as I reached one hundred forty. I turned on music, a few C.D’s I had found in the vehicle when I took it. I started singing along. It was how I had stayed awake, how I stayed calm. My mother used to sing with me, she had loved singing.

“Going a hundred in a fifty five and I don’t know why I’m still alive.” I sang along, my voice slightly cracking. I took a breath and sang along with the song. I took another breath and pressed the cruise control button on the steering wheel and took my foot off the gas pedal.

The sun was high; it was two in the afternoon. I let my mind wander as I drove down the never ending highway.

I was within the medal fence again, the young girl before me, she was only a year younger than me, and she was to say the least huge and terrifying. She clapped her fists together and looked at me like she wanted to kill me.

Yes, there were some girls that were here because they wanted to be, I hated them. My ribs hurt from last night; I hadn’t made enough dinner and had suffered a kick to the ribs after a slap to the face. He hadn’t told me we were going to have company.

When I told him I couldn’t fight, he struck me again, so I had sucked it up. I had to. The man in the middle of the ring informed us it was time to start. The girl in front of me smirked. It made me grit my teeth. She started coming at me. I heard the roars of the crowd erupt, the men waving money around in the background a blur as she inched closer.