"I'll take first watch," I volunteered. Taylor looked at me, a new emotion glazed her eyes, I couldn't tell what it was. Jason silently nodded and turned away.
After about an hour all light had vanished, leaving me feeling alone in a huge silent room. I was reminded of the time when Sam and I were in the 18th century. I remembered walking down the dark, silent hall and listening to people talk. Suddenly I got shot at, I cringed at the memory, tracing my fingers over the small scar on my side.
"Whatcha thinking of?" I jumped at the sudden noise of Jason's voice, my eyes scanned around the room but there was nothing but darkness.
"Nothing," I lied.
"Not nothing," I heard Jason getting up. "It's the scar isn't it? The one on your left side."
"How do you know about that?" My thoughts moved to what else Jason might know about me.
"I'm basically your doctor, Reed. Plus, you're famous everyone knows almost everything about you."
My face flushed with embarrassment, I was glad of the darkness now. "Well, why should I tell you anything more? I don't even know anything about you!"
"True," Jason paused, I could hear him shuffling around. "Well I was in training to be a neurologist, a brain doctor." He added. "I was just about to graduate when this happened," he said, referring to the apocalypse and sighed.
"That's cool, so why'd you wanna be a doctor?"
Nothing. After a minute Jason broke the silence he had created, "I wish I had a better answer, but the only reason I did it was for the money."
"Oh"
I heard Jason shuffling around, "It's been a couple hours, you should sleep now." Silently I agreed and curled up in the corner. I heard Jason getting up but quickly fell asleep.
I was looking at a computer, I realized I must be dreaming. No, this wasn't a dream, I realized it was a memory from yesterday.
I was reading the message on the computer,
"All hope is lost once I have been infected. Aaron, I know the cure to survive you must never-" I felt something crash down on my head, I crumpled to the floor, fading out of consciousness. In the darkness a person crouched down next to me, a steel pipe was in his hand, the one that had just hit my head. A needle was in his other hand, as he stabbed it into my vein I realized who he was, Jason.
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Past the Storm
Fantascienza[Book #3 of Storming Through Time] A mistake. That's all it takes to go to the apocalypse, just one mistake. A nuclear bomb goes off, destroying people's skin and basically turning them in walking corpses. Surviving is tough, but even worse I'll hav...
