Alex

A penny for your thoughts

Louis

A scream. Short and simple. But it was one of absolute fear. And to make it worse, it was Alex. We had been roaming around the outskirts of London for about a week. Because Alex was so sick and half conscious, Lily would force feed her, and she found out a way to make her drink water as well. She would cry as she did though. Alex would gurgle and choke, and it would make Lily shake and sometimes have panic attacks.

Alex was sitting upright staring out the window, her eyes wide and sweat on her forehead. She was hyperventilating and Lily was at her side in an instant.

“N-No… It can’t be! I wanted it to be a nightmare!! It had to have been a nightmare!” Alex cried, almost screaming it. I stole a look at Harry, and he looked so sad. I was thankful that Alex woke up, but broken because it must have been terrible to see Kyler’s death over and over again in her head then to wake up and realise that it really happened.

“Alex…” Lily said quietly as she hugged her friend. “You’re going to be okay now, were gonna be fine. Calm down.” Alex’s sobbs slowly died down and Lily gave her some spaghettios from the can. Later that day Perrie began to talk to Alex, trying to cheer her up or at least bring her to a point where she could think in survival mode again. But when Alex said nothing and refused to look at Perrie, she gave up. The rest of the day was like a parade of us one by one trying to cheer Alex up, Niall even brought a pie. He was trying to reenact Men in Black claiming that pie always helped. Alex didn’t even touch it and Niall ended up eating it on his own.

I could barely contain my worry. Lily had brought up the point of power, it still works because nobody shut down the factories or the dams. But eventually coal will run out, and without people to man the systems, they will overheat and soon, all the power would crash, cities will go dark. And even with power, homes with people who left their stoves or ovens on would start fires, we even passed a few burned down places. So now we had to get to a destination, and when we get there we had to figure out a way not to rely on power at all. To make it worse the one person who could actually acomplish it was depressed, sick, and mute.

William

“This one turned five seconds after being bitten,” I said propping up a picture of the mutilated zombie bird for Dr. Armstrong. He only grunted.

“A four second improvement,” Dr. Armstrong summarised. He looked out the window at the falling snow, no longer interested in our improved zombie.

“A penny for your thoughts sir,” I said.

“She is taking longer than expected,” He replied from his chair. I immediately knew what he was talking about or rather, who he was talking about.

“Are you expecting her?” I asked. Dr. Armstrong only smiled but then it quickly faded.

“She, isn't back to normal yet, perhaps I miss calculated the dosage. Or maybe not, she’s depressed, not afraid. The fever was only a temporary side effect. But still…” Dr. Armstrong said more to himself than me.

“Well her fever was at 140, at a 107 people are at risk, at about 111 its deadly. 120 you’re a goner, it’s unbelievable that she’s still alive let alone awake, and only in a week.”

“You underestimate her, William,” Dr. Armstrong said finally turning to me. “I hate to make a move twice, but I feel like my little flower needs a small little push. After all thats what fathers do. Pick up their children after they fall. So William if you don’t mind reliance the new and improved for me.” Dr. Armstrong turned and calmly walked out of the room. And I turned to the controls.

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