The Infected

Unedited.Chapter seven. My abilities.

Chapter 7 my abilities part 1

We walked past a large hallway before it hits me.

All of a sudden out of nowhere it seemed like the noise level was raised all the way to the max. Even the once miniscule sounds rang out like gunshots to my ears. I clutch my head in pain and stagger to the side in dizziness with my eyes scrunched closed.

Mark and Jaymie abruptly stop, giving me a short reprieve from the onslaught of noise, before a new one takes its place.

thadum- thadum- tadu-dum. thadududududu.  

Its pace gradually increases. I cock my head toward the sound.  Mark and Jaymie’s breathing gradually becomes shallower.  It's their heartbeats... The fact that they're frightened makes me smile… My hands twitch.

The sound of  pounding snaps me from my trance.  I whip my head towards the sound, it's coming from the hallway we just turned out of. It's getting closer, and closer.  I glanced around frantically, looking for a place to hide them.

My mouth dries.  Nowhere to hide. The footsteps are getting closer and louder.

The lights flicker and the shadows seem to expand. Mark lets out a startled cry as the shadow and seemingly reach towards us.

My mind instantly clears. That's it!

I whirl around and grab Jaymie and Mark, and shove them against the most shadowed part of the wall.  They both struggle and cry out an outrage, Jamie growls out an “I told you so”.  I almost lose my grip on mark.  Their breathing comes in quicker bursts.

" Stay still. Don't move. Don't even make a sound"  I hiss out in a whisper, but it still rings out like a screech into my ears.  The footsteps, they're almost here.

I press my pounding head against the cool cement wall between Mark and Jaymie,  in effect causing me to lean against them.  Mark stiffens slightly.  I vaguely take note of the fact that Jaymie is more muscular than her baggy choice of track gear lets on,  and then Mark is built like a wall of pure muscle.

I'm groan in frustration.  Why am I not feeling the shadows like I did the other times? The footsteps are getting closer.  Mark and Jaymie seem to have heard them, because they instantly still under me.

I exhaled completely and breathed in deeply through my nose to clear my mind,  only for another ability to assault my senses.

Smell.

I don't know how to describe the scents,  but they were there, the faint but distinguishable traces of blood ,gas, oil, sweat, mold and smoke.

The most strongest and distinct scents though, were : minty fear, the putrid smell of death, and... a deep spice of rage? why rage?  I thought to myself.

Jaymie whimpered,  dragging me out of my thoughts.  The footsteps were just around the corner, and numerous voices had joined them too.

The smell from Mark and Jaymie had grown even stronger. All-encompassing fear. It set me on edge.  I became furious.

I was supposed to be protecting them.

But why?  A voice asked in my head.

Because they can find a cure. I replied stupidly.

Oh? you really think they can do that? even if they could, which they can't, if you stay with us, you can be so so so much more powerful.  The voice had grown more feminine and nasally.

So, that Laurine or whatever her name was, was a telepath?  I thought to myself, and the voice in my head grew quiet. I let a smug snarl cover my face.