Jaime's P.O.V
My mind was awake before my body. Thoughts raced around my head before my eyes would open. At first I thought the world caught up to me and I died in my sleep, but I could feel my lungs working. I lay there for a while, just waiting for my body to start cooperating. When I could finally open my eyes, my vision was blurry and my head was spinning. What the hell did Doc give me? I rubbed my tired eyes with the palm of my hand and sat up.
"Warren! Doc!" My voice was hoarse and rough, my throat was as dry as the desert, making me cough and splutter. How long was I asleep?
I reached out with a heavy hand to find a bottle of water to drink. My hand fumbled around in the darkness of the room untill my fingers wrapped around a bottle. The cool water trickled down the sides of mouth as I guzzled the liquid. It felt soothing on my dry and throbbing throat. I breathed in deeply as I chucked the now empty bottle across the room.
I groaned and peeled back the thin sheets that were covering my sweaty body. I frowned at the sight of a bloody bandaged wrapped around my thigh, a small pool of soaked up blood underneath my leg. "Holy shit," I mumbled and awkwardly maneuvered my body so I could reach the first aid kit. Taking a deep breath I snipped of the soggy red bandage and grimaced at the sight in front of me.
The gash that Doc had carefully stitched up ,while I was screaming out in agony, was an angry shade of red and slightly swollen around the top and bottom edges. "Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck!" I shouted out in frustration and felt hot tears well in my eyes.
Why was everything going wrong, I had survived this far, why now was everything flipping upside down? I paused for a second, focused on my breathing and closed my eyes. "Doc! Please I need you," my voice cracked at the end of my sentence, soft sobs racked my body. I waited for them to come help me, I waited for so long in a deadly silence.
But no one came.
I swallowed hard and shook my head. When had I become so co-dependent. I carefully cleaned and rewrapped my wound and slowly shimmied into a pair of male joggers that Warren had found. Using the wall for support, I managed to scramble to my feet. A slow, pulsating pain radiated from my leg but it was bearable and I hobbled along with little discomfort.
Suddenly the dawning fact that Doc nor Warren had answered me was worrying. An uncomfortable feeling settled in the pit of my stomach as I scanned the room for my weapons. Once I had retrieved them, I slowly shuffled towards the bedroom door. Warren and Doc had carried me upstairs because they though it was safer for me while I was sleeping, but as I stared at the descending carpeted stairs before me, I doubted that if I was to attempt to walk down I would fall. So instead, I opted for a half sit half slide technique. I'm sure it take no longer than a few more days for me to get back to my normal self.
I was surprised to see the front door blocked by stacks of oak furniture and other random household items. "Doc? Warren?" I cautiously spoke into the eerie quiet in the still house. Where were they? My nerves rocketed as I checked the whole house. It was completely void of anyone, the only way I knew that they had been here and it wasn't all a dream was the empty cans on the kitchen table and the stitches in my leg.
A terrifying sight caught my weary eyes as the air from the open window blew the curtain forward. My beating heart sank, tears welling in my already puffy eyes. A sudden wave of anxiety had me falling to my knees, it was one thing after another today. Still confused about Doc and Warren's where-abouts, I painfully crawled across the old carpet and leaned against the far wall.
Outside, underneath the rapidly darkening sky, was street full of hungry Z's.
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