The Infected

Unedited.Chapter four. Finding the stolen.

Chapter 4 finding the stolen

I had no idea how long I was reminiscing for before I woke up, but I don't think I have long before I turn. I slowly make my way towards the sound of shouting, being much more cautious and that turn of events.

I quickly ducked down behind some crates as footsteps thump towards my location. Shadows approach on the floor in the view from my hiding spot, there are two of them, and they're whispering urgently about something.

" what you think the leader dragged in that pretty boy? he seemed to be quite interested in him..." a nasally female voice asks.

" I don't know, but he told us to keep an eye on him at all times. Besides, the boy was still unconscious when we left to go check out the commotion, let's just hope he still is, or leader'll have our heads" a deep baritone voice replied, with a hint of fear.

I scoot further back into my hiding space, stepping on something squishy in the process. Adrenaline floods my veins, giving me heightened senses, and my heartbeat pounds loudly in my ears.

I slowly turn around to see what I stepped on and discover that it's a pair of discarded black leather gloves. I let out a quiet sigh of relief and slump back in exhaustion as the adrenaline rush drains from my bloodstream. Talk about tense nerves.

I pick up the gloves and tuck them into the waistband of the black skinny jeans I've somehow been dressed in. This leads me to further observe my current attire.

I'm wearing a slightly faded black v-neck that is practically two sizes too big for me. I vaguely remember the man from my apartment being this size. It didn't seem to be a case of not having the right size shirt available, but it doesn't smell bad ... wait Nick, stop. Aside from the shirt being too large, Everything else fit perfectly fine, from the skinnies, to the socks, and even down to the black combat boots. Why would they give me shoes? Or socks?

As the two figures stride further down the hallway, I crawl out from my hiding space and head down the direction that had come from, sticking closely to the shadows.

As I got closer, the commotion gots louder and clearer. They're going on about successfully kidnapping someone named Mark Evyns and the assistant who had been with him, and at the time, I hadn't realized who they were talking about.

As I near the corner of the entrance, I practically squeeze myself into the shadows and cautiously peer into the room.

There are were a total of 15 people in the room, 7 men ( 5 of whom appeared to be on steroids) and 6 women ( three of whom which also appeared to be on steroids) who are were arguing with each other and gesturing angrily towards a small cage that contained a man and a woman who were huddled closely together inside.

They must be Mark Eveyns and his assistant.

I guess I just found out what was stolen from the CDC.