Recovery (Amnesia Sequel)

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The sun starts setting over the mountains and clouds cover the pink and red sky. A cool breeze runs through the broken glass door, causing us to shiver.

We get used to the sounds of infected moaning and scuffling outside the small building. We've been watching them for hours. They stand around looking at us with their dull, lifeless eyes. Their bodies torn, ribs showing, faces bloodied, clothing nothing but shreds of fabric.

None of them attack.

Chris moves uncomfortably beside me. He lets out a quiet whimper as he clutches onto his torn leg. I sit up and tighten the shirt we've wrapped around it, trying to stop the bleeding. His bite wound is much deeper than mine. James had taken a chunk out of his calf, while only bit through the skin of my elbow.

Pain runs through my body from the beating I had just endured this morning. It hurts to make any movement, but it doesn't matter. It hurts even just sitting still. I try to keep my mind off of the pain and the fact that I'm going to turn, but of course that's not possible. I keep wondering who's going to go insane first.

I look at Chris, who's eyes are closed and head is limp. His face is pale as a whiteboard. Eyes are puffy and red. He's been in and out of consciousness all day. I know he's a lot of blood, but I also know there's nothing I can do about it.

My eyes fall on James, who lays face down in a puddle of his own blood. His chest is elevated slightly by the knife that protrudes from it. He's still. Dead after a gunshot to the head. More like two, though I only skimmed his skull.

It's odd that he fell back looking dead when I shot him, but came back as if nothing happened. It was like he was playing dead.

Another breeze blows through the comic book store, sending shivers down my neck. I cuddle closer to Chris, who usually feels like a heater. This time he doesn't. He's cold. Shivering. Permitting no heat.

I wonder if anyone is going to come for us. I remember Chris saying to James that the group knew what was happening and that they were on their way, but that was hours ago. There's been no sign of anyone but the infected.

Then again there's no point. We're going to die anyways. But I would like to see the group one more time. To thank them. And to tell them about my father.

As soon as I think they won't come, I see flashlights bobbing around in the distance.

"Chris!" I say, shaking him awake.

His eyes barely open.

"Chris, they're coming!"

His eyes close.

"You're not going to die right now! I won't let you." I attempt to stand so I can wave the people down, but my body is too weak. I can barely get an inch off the ground. I try crawling but my body objects. I end up further from Chris and closer to James, lying flat on the bloody floor, unable to move.

I turn onto my back with the last bit of energy and I start screaming for help. I don't give a shit about the infected. I just want my friends. My family.

The sound of running feet on asphalt keep me awake. I look at the door, waiting for them. The flashlights get closer and voices are now in ear-range.

"Alice?" Anne's soothing voice is the first I hear. It brings a smile to my face.

Then I see the infected that were outside to getting killed. I hear the grunts of no one but Jose.

Once cleared, they enter the building.

Flashlights blind me as they rush in. I hear gasps of shock.

Jose curses under his breath.

"Help him," I beg the silhouettes through the beams of lights.

Then I feel my body being lifted from the cold and hard floor. I hear someone on a walkie, making contact with the guards at the school we're staying at. They say something about a vehicle. 

I feel myself being walked out of the building in someone's hands, but my vision is nothing but blurred. I can't feel much, can't see much, and definitely can't think much.

All I know is I need serious help.