Stuck (Under The Dome)

Chapter 3- In Solitary

Tamara: When the glass came down~

"Jordan hurry up we have to get to the surf competition on time. We already wasted enough time going on back roads and five miles an hour lower than the speed limit!" Hunter shouted. I took my last sip of my second beer and looked out the window. "Shut up Hunter I'm driving!" I heard Jordan reply. I toned Jordan and Hunter out and pulled out my third beer. I put my feet up on the front seat arm rest and nudged Hunter's elbow off. Hunter said something and I just said, "Does it look like I care?" not knowing what the question even was.  I took a giant gulp of my beer and then heard a huge crash and shaking noise. I rocked back and forth violently and spilled my beer onto the car floor. My eyes grew wide in surprise at the sight in front of me. A huge piece of glass had cut into the car and into my foot. At first I felt no pain in my feet, but then I began to realize what had happened and the pain slowly crawled into my system, creeping into every small crack in my body. I screamed for help and saw Hunter trying to reach out to me through the glass. Jordan said something and then they both quickly left the car. "Wait!" I yelled in a hoarse voice. All of the sudden there was an explosion on the other side of the glass. "Help!" I yelled. "Someone please..." My voice trailed off and my eyes closed as the blood.

My eyes fluttered open and I was staring at a white ceiling. "Hello." I shouted. I looked around and recognized where I was, a hospital. I quickly took in my surroundings. I looked out the window and recognized The Westin, a business center and a shipyard in the distance. "So I'm in Norfolk." I thought to myself. I began to investigate inside my room and noticed a dry erase board. I quickly read over it. "Name: Tamara, Allergies: None, Doctors: Cynthia and Victor, Goals: Walk." A man with a white lab coat entered the room supported a clipboard. "Tamara we just need you to sit here for a little bit while you recover." The man said. "Who are you? Why am I here? Where's Jordan and Hunter?" I said panicking. A woman with a white lab coat entered and answered my questions. "My name is Dr. Cynthia and that is Dr. Victor," she said pointing to the man, "You had an accident involving your lower body a couple of hours ago. I , unfortunately, cannot answer your question about Hunter and Jordan. "I looked at my lower body and saw there was a white blanket covering it. I grabbed the blanket and chucked it across the room. I gasped as I saw that I was missing my right foot.  "WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED!" I demanded. "At this moment all we know is that you were in a car with other people drinking beer. You had your foot up on the arm rest when a giant piece of glass came down and cut your foot and car." Dr. Cynthia explained. I tried comprehending everything but something definitely stood out to me. "Did you just say a giant piece of glass cut my foot off?" I questioned. Dr. Victor walked over to my bed stand, took my remote, and turned the television on to the local news. "It seems as though a gigantic glass box has enclosed the city of Virginia Beach and small parts of Newport News, Norfolk, and Williamsburg. There is also a rumor from eyewitnesses down at the site that the beaches are blocked off from the city, stranding everyone from the surfing contest. Flight HQ401 landing at Norfolk International Airport this afternoon seemingly crashed into something, presumably the glass box, at approximately 5,320 feet. There have been no none survivors of the plane. The debris has showered down on the beach, assumed killing many. Government officials are already flying out to the box to examine and assess the box. Most police were on the beach for the surfing competition or out at the police training in Williamsburg. All access into and out of Virginia Beach has been blocked. The glass has already injured and killed many. Who knows what other dangers will arise. We will now cut to Don Slater who is standing right next to the glass." I stared at the TV and saw that many people were crowded around the glass. There were police officer surround the glass, putting up blockades. "As you can see," Don Slater said, "the police officers are putting up blockades to keep anyone from crashing into the glass. Police officials have just been able to move a car that was cut in half by the glass. Just fifteen minutes ago three people were escorted to the Norfolk hospital for critical injuries and two others were treated on-site immediately, all for an unknown reason. One witness says one woman touched the glass and then suddenly there was an explosion." Don Slater announced. Dr Victor turned the TV off abruptly and they both exited the room, in silence. "Hey! Do you guys have my phone or laptop!" Dr. Cynthia stopped and pointed to the bed stand besides me. My iPhone 5 sat on the desk and I grabbed it. I dialed Hunter's number, busy. I dialed Jordan's number, busy. "Dang it what's happening!" I yelled to myself. "Phone's not working?" I heard someone shout to me. "Who's there!" I yelled. "It's just your neighbor," the curtain next to me was pulled back and I saw a man lying in bed. "My name is Timothy. I was at the waterpark with my child when the box came down. My son and I were thrown forward from all the rocking and we hit the ground head-on. He was sent to the pediatric center. My wife, Lindsey, is inside the box. What about you?" I looked at the man and began talking, "My two kids and I were driving to the surfing competition. My daughter was driving and I was in the back, I had my foot up on the arm rest in the front when the glass cut through it. My stepchildren are both inside the box together. " Timothy nodded his head as Dr Victor came back into the room. He pulled the curtain back, stopping the conversation between Timothy and me. My eyelids started getting heavy. Suddenly I felt more alone than after my divorce when I had no one to talk to. I now only had my hospital roommate. Everyone I loved was either dead, inside the box, or serving in Iraq. The two people that I had were now gone. "Cynthia! The anesthesia's working." I heard Doctor Victor shout.  My eyelids were now partly closed as my final sight for the day was surgery equipment being brought into the room.

Inside the box~ Rod-

"I love you." I whispered in Katy, my girlfriends ear. Our lips touched and we began kissing. We sat in the forest enjoying a nice picnic for our two month anniversary. All of the sudden I felt a chilling feeling going down my spine. I pulled away from the kiss. "Is something wrong?" Katy asked. I nodded my head in shock. It was my ex- girlfriend, standing in front of Katy and me. I looked around at the woods we were sitting in. I blinked three times and she was still there. "I see Fiona." I whispered to Katy. Her eyes widen and she stood up. "Rod, Fiona was killed three years ago in that car crash. It's impossible to see Fiona. Are you hallucinating?" Katy turned around and tried looking for Fiona, but I know I'm the only one who can see her. Fiona lifts her hand up and motions for me to come.  At that moment I fall to the ground and my eyes close.
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Hope you all enjoyed Chapter 3! I know it's a little lame, but I wanted to cover down all the facts and show how Tamara is doing. I'll give everyone a hint for the next chapter... baby. If anyone has any suggestions please message me or leave me a comment. PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT! THANKS EVERYONE FOR READING!!!

~Hunter