Quarantine

Waking up.

Note: this takes place three weeks after finding the house, and the outbreak has now spread past the stopping point. They are now almost two months in to the apocalypse.
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I felt funny as I jolted upright in a room I didn't remember. I looked around at the wood paneled walls, and glanced at a smudged window that seemed to be in need of replacement. I suddenly let out a cry of pain as my side felt like a hot iron placed on my skin.

I glanced down to see a thick wrap placed on my side, and realized why I hurt so much. My lungs had been cut off from filling up all the way which made my body tired. I lied back down as I heard footsteps coming from what I assumed was up the steps.

The door opened up, and three people entered. One was the man that I remembered carrying me, another one was a girl that I assumed was Ann, the name he had called for, and another man was with them.

Ann came to me while saying, "I honestly thought you'd be out for another month, but here you are. Wide awake. I'm surprised that your shoulder wasn't busted as well. Where did you get that nasty cut on your side?" She spoke smoothly, and seemed interested of what I had to tell them.

I glanced at the two men, and then at Ann again. "I got it from shooting a gun. It was broke. I didn't know it."

The other man scoffed at me loudly, and said. "That's why you shouldn't be using them. Where is this gun if yours?"

I looked at him momentarily before replying harshly with, "It's right where it dropped. Why don't you go out their and look for it yourself?"

Ann seemed to avoid eye contact for a moment, and the man I knew straightened his posture. I just have said something wrong because that man looked at me with pure hatred in his eyes.

"Boy. You think you can just simply walk up to our camp, and not cause any trouble? We're all starving because of you! We can't get out because those things are outside! We lost Rose!" He practically screamed that name, and then fell down into a chair, his bow red faces laced with tears.

Ann saw my momentary confusion, and noticed me scolding myself for being so harsh to the people who had saved me. She quickly stated, "Rose is.... was his daughter. She spotted you on the way back from a supply run. She saved your life by pulling the cursed away from here. They came back though, they heard your screams. I had to sow you up, but your good to go now."

I looked at her and nodded before asking, "Did you see her die?"

Ann looked confused for a moment before saying, "What do you mean? Nobody did, but she was lugging a lot of stuff with her."

"Who said she was dead? She might be alive, but you haven't looked for her yet." I asked, hope rising for the girl.

Ann saw that hope and simply crushed it by saying, "look, it's been three weeks since we found you. I don't think she's alive."

I was hurt, but decided something that might make relations with me and the man better. "What if... I found her? There is still a chance that she's alive. She WAS carrying stuff with her. It must have been important if you guys needed it."

I hadn't noticed that I was talking loud enough that the old man heard it, and both of the men were staring at me. They both glanced at Ann, and the old man stood up abruptly. He yanked his head backwards, and opened the door, waiting for the rest to file pit before he left. I sat on the bed, straining to make out what they were saying on the other side, but didn't accomplish anything.

My stomach suddenly growled out in anguish as it had gone hungry for many days. That was when they entered again. They all looked at me with happiness in their eyes, but their expression said something different.