My Lucille | ✔️

26// Gone Camp

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Inside was beautiful. The walls were as white as it can be, the floor was this beautiful green color that would make anyone smile brightly, the patience in there were as happy as they possibly could, some of them sitting on chairs and chatting to each other even though they were sick, some of them were walking down the hallways and greeting whomever they see on their way, some of them in their own rooms doing whatever activity they please, it was like the hospitals back in the day. Except happier and more positive energy.

Back then, people were always sad or even depressed at why they were born, like it was their fault. Back then, people always regret what they did to get whatever disease they had. Back then, nurses and doctors barely smiled in the hallway, and if they did, it'd be a fake one. You'll never find a nurse that'd smile a genuine smile frequently. They were always rare. Just like you were

Memories flooded through your head about the first time you volunteered to help at the hospital, you were happy. Hell, you were bursting with happiness. You were once an innocent, pure soul who only looked for happiness and good towards people. You were selfless, caring, loving, but where did you get all that from? Well, I don't think I have to mention who gave you all the love, do I?

You loved, absolutely loved helping people. It didn't matter if they were white or black, skinny or fat, ugly or not, it didn't matter. Hell, you never understood why people would judge others for their color, body shape or even face. There was no racism in you, there was no hate in you, there was no judging in you, you didn't believe in the word 'ugly'. You always believed in one word only, beautiful.

You still are selfless loving and caring, but you are now more tough and more as a rock. But then? You were like cotton candy. So soft and gentle, so happy and excited, now? You aren't soft, you aren't gentle, you aren't happy nor excited, you are scared, sad and rough at most times. That's what this world turns you into, even if it only had been four days since it started, but it didn't matter. You had to be hard and rough, you had to be strong not only for yourself, but for others around you as well. you still aren't selfish, hell, you don't think you ever would be.

Coming back from all the happy memories you had in the past life that didn't exist anymore, you were greeted by the smiling old lady.

"So? What do you think?" She asked in a soft, Mexican accent.

You looked around yet again, your face surprised, you mouth slowly starting to form into a smile of hope. Maybe there are good people out there

"Is this a hospital?" You asked her, still looking around. "Oh, yes. But it's a small one" she said before pulling you with her, your group close behind

She kept pulling you until you reached a big room with tables and chairs, people playing bingo and such. There was a big green door far at the end of the room as she took you to it, being greeted by a less positive energy room.

The room was simple white walls, with grey concrete floors, a small window shielded by metal bars to prevent from anything or anyone going in, or out. In the far left end of the room laid the ammo that seemed to be treasure nowadays.

The group entered a few seconds later, seeing the ammo that fitted and belonged to them, sighing in relief that you all possibly got what you deserved.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but can I have a word with Jermo please?" You asked kindly looking down at the short old woman. She smiled brightly as she nodded her head before going out of the room to get her son

"What do you think you're doin?!" Rick whispered to you, angry at your sudden request. "I'm just gonna talk to him" you said, putting your hand on his hand reassuring him that everything will be okay