Dead Days

Chapter 27

     Cassie screamed into the sky. She didn't know if there was a God or not but right now, she didn't care. She just screamed.

      "Take his body to the lab." Said the Russian.

Cassie's body rippled with rage. She stood and swung at the man that had held her. She hit him so hard she felt his jaw shatter along with the splintering of her middle knuckle.

The pain fueled the fire that raged within her. She used his moment of vulnerability against him and stripped away the 9mm he had holstered.

She put two rounds in him, one in the chest, and one in the head.

Before she could train the sights on the Russian, a stinging pain flared in her neck. When she looked to Alyx she seen the dart gun.

"What...?" Was all she muttered before her eyelids fell like iron curtains.

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When she awoke, she was in a room. Alone. No sign of Jack. As her senses began to fully come back she realized the room was decorated with pictures of her family.

In the corner of the room stood her tall vanity mirror. The bedspread that she was laid in was also from her room.

She stood and a wave of nausea crashed over her. She grabbed the wall to steady herself. She slowly made her way to the door and tried turning the door knob, but to no avail.

     She beat on the door for what felt like hours. Her busted knuckle throbbed and pain shot all the way up her arm.

    She didn't care though. All she could think of was Jack, laying there in her arms. Dying in her arms.

Don't stop fighting, kid... He had said, and she never would. Not until the day of her death.

She continued to beat on the door. Her entire hand numb from the pain, anger swelled inside of her. Alyx will pay for what she did. She thought to herself over and over.

Then the door clicked. The knob turned, and it opened. Cassie stood there, her hand still in the air ready to continue beating on the door.

There, in the doorway was a man. A man in a wheelchair. Her father.

"Dad?" She asked aloud. Looking into his deep green eyes.

Her father doesn't say anything. His green eyes stare deep into hers. It seems like hours go by before he says anything.

     "I'm sorry for your loss, Cassie." He says after a deep breath.

      Anger fills her once again, her face burns red hot.

     "Don't talk about him." She says, "you didn't know him like I did. He was like my brother. Like a father figure that I didn't have while you FUCKED OFF!" She tried to keep the anger inside but upon the last two words of her sentence it broke loose. She punched the wall, shooting pain all the way through her arm.

     "Come with me, Cassie." Is all he says and he turns around in his wheelchair and rolls down the hallway.

Reluctantly, she follows. She keeps a sharp eye, though. Looking for easy escape routes. Something that she thought Jack would do in a situation like this.

It was almost as if she could hear Jack say, that's it, Cass, always know your way out. Just thinking of his voice made her tear up. She missed him so much.

They came to a door that looked like the rest. Her father entered a code into a keypad and the hydraulics of the door released and it slid open.