Evergreen

IX

Alex and I continued to meet in the privacy of our treehouse. We had to be careful though, I had to make sure I was at work at 9am, and that I left at exactly 10pm. Life is routine, I cannot let them have any opportunity to think that I had anything in my life but the routine they gave me.

These times were difficult, I would miss Alex so much. Scanning in each person for hours on end, I sometimes begged that one of them would be him. He was constantly on my mind.

I would feel so good and the next my mood would plummet.

But I had to focus. Alex was right, something big was coming and we both knew it. We continued to collect information after removing his vial, and it was obvious the only issue is what was coming.

I had to go to the medical floor, there I would find some answers. I picked up a folder, a patient which I had taken. I'll say the folders got mixed up, I needed to bring it to a different floor, to one of the medical floors.

Pressing the seventeenth floor, the top three floors of civilian affairs were giving the cure, I steadied my breath. I had to remain calm.

The halls were full of people waiting for the cure. I walked passed room after room each one treating patients. Nurses in blue to signify their role rushed forwards and backwards, trying to get everyone done.

I walked cautiously over to the filing room around the corner, checking that nobody saw me, I placed the file I held to hand down upon a desk. I began to search through flights of papers, one specific piece of information at mind. I needed to know how many people were being treated.

I flicked through the sections. K, no L, no M. M was what I needed. I began to look through the topics until I got the one I needed; Medical registers.

I needed to know when this even was going to happen. It clearly had something in correlation to the cure, so If I can figure out when they are concentrating the most cures then perhaps I can form a time frame for when we could predict the event to occur.

August
Cures to be administered: 7,000

September
Cures to be administered: 10,000

October
Cures to be administered: 12,000

November
Cures to be administered: 47,000

December
Cures to be administered: 15,000

And there I had my answer, but not without running into trouble. As I turned, I was faced by the head of floor. Terryl Mills, stood before me in all his, towering, menacing glory. 'What are you doing here?' He spoke with a deep voice, enough to make anyone feel uncomfortable, one that demanded the attention of that it was directed towards.

I struggled, but I thought back to my cover story. I walked over to the table in which I had placed my file, lifting it high in the air so that he may see it too. 'Files got mixed up, I didn't want to disturb any of the nurse so I thought I would just sort it myself.'

I struggled to maintain my voice and keep it under control but he gave me a mere nod and I walked at some pace out of the room, back to my floor.