An instinct to survive

Chapter Seven

Sophia left shortly after and headed back in the direction she came.

Why didn't they take her hostage!

Nick resumed with his piss as he called it and I gave him his privacy.

My leg ached and my toes felt a little numb.

The white of the bandage was now stained red with my blood.

I was lucky that the chip of glass didn't stay in my leg.

I looked around the room. It looked like an office.

A sink and tables and chairs were in the next room through the open door.

I pulled myself to my feet and hobble towards the door, leaning on anything that could hold my weight for support.

I finally make it to the next room which looked like a staff room.

I emptied all the cupboards content but nothing was of importance.

A small red and white X on the door of a smaller cupboard in the corner of the room caught my eye

I slowly make my way towards it.

Inside were 5 clean bandages, disinfectant and a flash light. Along with a couple of dead mice that had gotten into something they shouldn't of.

I snatched the content and held them close.

I sat myself on the floor and ripped open one of the bandages.

I gingerly unwrapped my T-shirt and gazed upon my blooded leg.

Once again thick clots of blood overflow down my upper knee and onto the floor.

I quickly dribbled a few drops of stinging disinfectant before pushing the bandage firmly on the wound to apply some much-needed pressure.

I stick the bandage on and wait for a little while to compose myself.

I finally stand up and decide to follow the men as best I can.

I can't get the image of Nick and Sophia hugging out of my head.

A whirl of emotions clots in the pit of my stomach, an emotion I have never experienced before.

Could it be jealousy?

No! No way, I'm not jealous! That's ridiculous.

I shake my head rid of those stupid thoughts and hobble towards the exit I came through.

I cearfully decented down from the window and landed on the pavement with a silent plop.

I favoured my left leg as I looked around to see if anyone was there before picking myself up and walking in the direction I think the men went.

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It had been centuries of tracking and following before they decided that it was time to set up camp.

They found my old abandoned school and decided to sleep in the old maths rooms which I already did before the plague.

The halls coated in graffiti like wallpaper, giving off the vibe that we weren't alone, that we are never alone.

I was fortunate that they were on the first floor.

My leg was screaming for a break the bandage already drenched in blood.

I slipped into one of the teachers offices next to the room the boys were in so I would know when they left.

As soon as I sat down on the wheelie chair my eyes closed, engulfing me in an endless night.