The Strong Will Survive

Chapter Thirty-Four - KC

I was lost, for darned sure. Why did hospitals have to be so flipping confusing? Whatever happened, I hoped that the rest of them were alright, because I sure wasn't. Every time I came up to a turn, I went left. I'm pretty sure I went in circles a few times, but that's beside the point.

After a long long time getting more and more lost, I sat down, breathing a little hard from jogging all that time. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the wall, sighing. "I guess I'm never getting out of here, right?" I asked Siri. My music paused as the robot responded, "KC, I'm not sure what you said. Can you repeat that?"

"Ugh, never mind. Play music."

My music started right back up where it left off, I sat there for a while, contemplating silently how my life got to this point. I looked back on my entire life, and I had a lot of things I regretted. I needed to get out of that mindset before I got to the little part of my brain I like to call The Void. It's a little voice in my head that says, "You can't do it. You're just another dummy that will never be remembered." and things like that. I had learned to control it in the past few years, but it got louder again every so often.

My mind wandered to the others. I had cut the string, now what? Would they know that the end was cut? What if... What if...

I got up. "I have to do something, otherwise I'll be out of action for good," I sighed, stretching. I turned and started off at a strong run to, guess where? The left. "Gotta go fast," I panted, smiling at the once-popular meme. And I had to, if I wanted to find my friends.

After another long while of running, I turned right. My music pulsed in the background, setting the speed of my feet. There were muffled voices coming from behind a door, so I decided to check it out. Bad idea, as you'll see in a few minutes.

I had to walk a couple yards to actually get to the door, which was near the end of the hallway. I slowed down considerably because I didn't want the voices to hear me. I also turned my music off for now because distortion guitar is a bit of a giveaway as to if a person is sneaking up on you.

So what happened was that I snuck up to the door and kinda put my head near the crack, because it was... What's the word? Um... Ajar! Je suis un personne stupide. I should have known that. But anyway, that's what I tried to do.

I listened for awhile, and I heard some pretty sketchy stuff. A gruff voice said, "We need to find it."

"Find it? We need to destroy it! And those... uh... let's call them survivors," a higher voice argued. It wasn't a woman, just a smaller man. Maybe a kid like us?

Another voice cut in, "There's a group of kids wandering around New York. Five of them. They picked up the experiment while they were here before." A woman this time. She was talking about us, I realized. But what was the experiment they were talking about? We only found that diary and... Oh no. The squish, Lydia. Was that what they were discussing? They couldn't have done things to Lydia. No. No. No.

Well, I needed to work on my sneaking skills, that was obvious. I had my weight shifted too far on my foot and... Ugh. I was so stupid that I can't bear to say it.

I fell in. It was so embarrassing, and really stupid. Like seriously. Ugh. But I was in the room, flat on my face in front of three people plotting against us. I stood up. They were staring at me. Well, yeah, they had to have been staring at me, because it's not every day that you see a teenage girl in dire need of a dye job fall into your secret meeting. I stared back.

After a few awkward moments, my mind decided to do a thing. And what a thing it was. I pointed my fingers at them, like finger guns. Oh, my real gun? It was in my back pocket. Don't judge me. But whatever. I pointed finger guns at the three baddies, and said "Stay in school, kids." I then turned and ran for my flipping life. So... Yeah. :Stay in school, kids." What was I thinking?