Transmission -[Containment/Jake Riley]-

ONE

Alarms filled the air of the bedroom, forcing me to awaken from my much wanted -but not needed- slumber. Growling at how early it is, getting into the shower seems like the only reasonable reason to get up. With the steam filling my lungs, I feel more alive. today was that day of the week. The day that I worked in the bar across the road from the Hospital, the one where everyone goes to drink away their bad news.

Leaving my apartment at this time of the morning always made me wary, there's always someone lurking in the shadows at 5am. Why 5am? Because the bar I work at opens at ridiculous hours and expects me to work from 6am. After basically running from the door to car and scrambling for the keys, I make it inside my little hatchback, relieved that I didn't get mugged or something. I choke back the fume-filled oxygen creeping into my car as I slowly drive myself to work.

Locking the car door, I glance over at the hospital, wondering what stories I'll hear today.

"Lyla, I know you're early, and I commend you for that but I need another favour from you." Sighing, I pay attention. "I need you to supervise today whilst I run some errands. Is that ok?" The boss was always asking favours of me. I didn't like doing half of them but I did it anyway, more money for me.

"Sure thing, Mr Pollock!" I enthusiastically, well sarcastically, replied. Great. Supervising. Because that's always fun. Wiping down the bench and putting the chairs down, I contemplate what on earth I'm doing with my life. Full-time interning and part-time waitressing? I must be crazy. Actually, I'm insane.

The hours wind by, slowly as usual but the regulars always make my day. "Yes, Mr Eston, I know about your lovely cats. You have a great day! Ok? Bye." I often hear stories of how the elderly treat their pets as children, but Mr Eston's cats were more than children to him. Trying to get stressful things off my mind, I turn on the news to occupy the customers, and myself. of course.

What a mistake that was. As soon as the breaking news flashed across the screen, gunshots seemed to fill the room. Terrified, I attempt to reach for the phone on the bar, but something made me stop. I ducked under the overhang, covering my mouth to muffle my screams. The yelling continued for another 10 minutes until final gunshots rang out.

"Atlanta PD, is there anyone in here?" Taking a few seconds to decide, I reluctantly put a hand over the shelf to pull myself up. Upon standing up, I see a figure standing in front of the door.

"Yes. I'm here. Are they gone?" I squeaked as I walked out from behind the bar. I'm only just realising that there's blood pouring from my head from the broken glass.

"What's your name? Are you ok?" The officer questioned, sympathetically.

"Lyla, and, uhh, I feel ok." I really did feel ok. That was until I walked closer to the officer and collapsed. I guess I underestimated how much blood I had actually lost.

"Woah. Lyla, you're ok. We're going to the hospital." I was zooming in and out of consciousness as the officer carried me out of the bar. Before I could no longer keep my eyes open, I saw panic everywhere.

Short chapter I know but I'll try to make them longer XD