Agent H Is The Name.

chapter 3

The two voices fell further away until they were out of earshot.
Using the little energy you had left you tried to stand, or at least sit up.
'Look someone is alive!' The young woman stated looking you dead in the eyes before turning back to the elderly man, 'help her out and get her to a hospital. H. M. Follow me'.
They left leaving only a paramedic with you.

*about a month later*
You had now been dismissed from the hospital once they'd treated the numerous amount of cuts you had.
It felt strange feeling fresh air again, not stuck in a clammy room that stunk of death all day.

However the same feeling dissapated as you reached your house, the windows were boarded up and the door smashed.
'What the hell.!!.' A silent tear ran down your cheek realising all the money you'd saved for this house was gone, all pointless.

The inside was stripped of all furniture and wall paper and the walls covered in strange symbols, most of which were in a different language.

*knock knock*
A knocking on the door brought you to your senses quickly, 'hello? Who's there?' Silence. Until you heard foot steps.

They got closer until the person stood in front of you.
He was tall, blonde hair and wearing a black suit and sunglasses.
'The names agent H and I am here to discuss something slightely personal with you' he had a slight australian accent that relaxed your mind.