The Infected Rebellion

Chapter 6: My Past

I looked up from the paper, clenching my fist tightly. I was filled with guilt and rage. I wanted to crumple up this paper and burn it. I hated looking at it. Looking at it made it hate it more. Those same sentences were implanted in my brain. Daniel and Makayla were still in shock. Silence filled the room. We all just stared at each other, unsure of what to say. The words couldn't be formed.

Daniel broke the silence, "I... I mean...Cecelia...I'm sorry. I really am."

I stuttered, my lips trembling, "It's not your fault Daniel. It's mine."

Daniel's head turned to the side, like a confused puppy. "How is any of this your fault?" He asked, "You weren't the one who killed your own family. It was...them."

"Well, if I weren't brought here they wouldn't be dead. Now I have no one to return to. No family left." I was remorse. Now, I really wanted to know why I was here. I wanted to learn why they had to kill them. The people I can't even remember, I know they didn't deserve to die. Not even for me.

I put my hand onto Daniel's hand. "Daniel, why are any of us here?"

He choked up a little before softly mumbling, "We don't know. We never have. All exits to this place are closed. There is no possible way of learning why we are here without dying or suffering for it. Makayla, the other teenagers that have escaped from the experiments, and myself having been trying to learn for months but, some of them have died desperately trying to find out why we are here."

"That's why we come to this room once a week." Makayla added, "They update the files every so often. We try to find out why we are here but, we've failed so many times."

"Friends, people we've loved dearly, have died." Daniel quaked. He sounded like he was in pain.

Makayla's eyes filled with rage. "They died because we don't know why we're here! They died trying to keep us alive! For all we could know is that they could be dying a slow, painful death because of us! Who knows what they could be doing to them!" Makayla slammed her hand against the wall a few times before falling into the wall. She sat there emotionless before, I crouched down beside her. I sat in front of her, my eyes locked on hers. I gently kissed her on the forehead. It seemed to calm her down.

"They took everyone I loved." She trembled, "My older sister, my best friend and the boys that were like younger brothers to me. The people I've known my whole life, they're gone. And it's all my fault!"

I embraced her tightly. She didn't cry, she didn't whine, she sat there in my arms, grunting and sighing. Daniel bent down to brush his hands against her hair.

"It wasn't your fault." I said, "You aren't the one killing teenagers. It's them. The devils who formed this organization. It's their fault."

I helped her back up to her feet as I got the files and stuffed them my duffel bag.

"We better get back to the others." I said.

Makayla handed the gun back to me. She held the door open for me and Daniel as we left the cold, dark file room. We all walked in silence. We were all emotional wrecks and none of us wanted to talk right now. It was fine that we didn't talk. I think we all needed that silence. We walked hall after hall, cautious and alert, but no longer full of pep.

We showed up to an air vent. Daniel pried it open with a crowbar fastened on his back and Makayla and I hopped in. It was still silent, the only thing to be heard was the sound of our feet scraping against the metal in the air vents. It wasn't long before Makayla stepped out of the air vents, me following her. I was greeted to a basement like room. It was warm, and it smelt of cinnamon, cigarettes and gasoline. Shelves were covered in pillows and blankets. Everyone probably slept up on the shelves like they were bunk beds. I saw three boys sitting at a table, rationing out food. Two girls snuggled on a bed while another sat on the floor, smoking a cigarette. There also was a hefty boy and a muscly boy that sat together playing chess. There was a girl in a wheelchair, who had no legs and one other boy who came up to greet Makayla.

After hugging Makayla, he stretched out his arm to me. "And who might you be?" He greeted me with a smile.

"My name is Cecelia." I answered