The Omega Virus

Chapter 9

-CHAPTER 9-

I flailed against him as he carried me back into the house. Every instinct in me screamed for me to run and follow the sound of the squealing tires. I wouldn't stop, I would just keep running. Travis however had an entirely different idea, he carried me back into the house setting me on the couch, then he turned to lock the door-though I couldn't see why he would bother with such pointless act. He sat himself next to me with a demeanor that was trying to imitate calmness but failed miserably. His arms wrapped around me but I slammed my fists into his shoulders over and over again...and he let me. At times his face contorted in agony and fear though he was trying to remain strong-not for himself, but for me.

As for myself I couldn't muster that kind of bravado for anyone. What reason was there left? It was over. My son was gone. So was Callum. So was Alexa. Nothing could ever rectify this senseless, random, extremely unlucky situation. So I cried and screamed and hollered and pounded my fists against Travis's chest, arms and any part of him I could reach. Remarkably he continued to comfort me. But that was a mockery, wasn't it? There was no such thing as comfort left in this infested world. It was just me and him, and that thought sent shivers of electrifying panic through me. To not have Callum-I couldn't imagine it. He must come back. He would come back. He was resourceful and would find a way to get away-he was good at getting out of impossible situations...or was that only his character, the one he had played on the big screen? He had been with me since the beginning of this insane end. He had kept me sane. That saneness was quickly fading as I began to shake uncontrollably, all rationality was running fast from me. Why? Why? Why? That word sang over and over through my mind sounding like a horribly out of tune melody. I felt the world slipping from me as though it had never been real. My son. What point was there to a cure anyway? He was gone. I felt Travis's arms unwrap from around me and my panic escalated.

"D-don't l-leave m-me." I croaked through painfully chattering teeth.

He stroked my cheek gently. "Never child. I'm getting you a mild sedative."

Terror seized me. I wanted to be awake. If my eyes would close, they wouldn't open again, I was certain of this. But wasn't that what I wanted? To never wake again? No. Yes. Yes I wanted that. But no, I didn't. He walked to the kitchen, opened the cabinet below where the guns were stored and took out a heavy looking black leather bag the size of a small suitcase and unzipped it. I could see him rummaging through it, taking things out and laying them out neatly on the black marble counter. For heaven's sakes, was that a scalpel? This man was nothing if not prepared.

Finally it seemed he had found exactly what he had been searching for. He smiled weakly and I cringed. He was holding a needle that looked thin and almost invisible along with a bottle of liquid that no doubt was some type of sedative. I wondered bleakly that if this man has everything he could possibly need to survive, was it too much to ask for a sedative in a pill form? Did it have to be with a needle? That needle made me cringe.

My fear put an abrupt halt to my shaking and crying, hiccupping took over instead and I remembered distantly my mother, now long gone who had said that when we hiccup someone is thinking of us. Was Callum thinking of me? Was my son in that black deadness thinking of me somehow? Was it possible?

Travis walked back and sat next to me taking my arm gently in his as he lifted up my sleeve. I pulled back none too gently.

"No." I growled narrowing my eyes at him.

He sighed. "Tell you what, I'll give you five minutes. If that shaking comes back, I'm giving you this, no questions asked, okay?" He said as he waved the little bottle before me.