The War of the Walkers: An Alan Walker Fanfic

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Chapter 9

#33828's POV:
I heard people rushing around and machines beeping. Am I alive? I tried to open my eyes, but a harsh light forced me to close them.

I then heard a familiar Norwegian accent. It was Alan Walker's, but why was he here? Where am I? Am I dead?
"Is she alive?" I heard Alan say.
"I think so, want to go in and see her?" I heard a male voice with a Spanish accent say.
"Yes please," Alan responded.
I heard footsteps approach me. "#33828, are you alive? I want to talk to you about something." Alan said in a concerned tone.
I forced myself to speak. "Am I alive?" I barely said.

I opened my eyes, regardless of the light. Alan was standing at the end of my bed, smiling. He had his hood up, but he didn't have his mask on.
"Yes, I guess you are alive," he laughed.
I was confused."Where am I?" I asked.

"Well, do you remember when I was giving a tour of the Walkers' base and there was that green smoke?" Alan scratched his neck nervously.

"Yeah," I casted my mind back.

"Well, you fell behind. But I ran back and saved you when I made sure everyone else was safe. The other Walkers survived, and the smoke is gone. You are in the medical room. You've been knocked out for a day from the smoke, and your lungs aren't healthy enough to leave yet." Alan explained. "The first aid Walkers want to keep an eye on you, so they say you have to stay here for three more days. Then, you can leave. But they say you will still be considered a patient for two weeks after you leave. For those two weeks, the first aid Walkers say that you have to wear the white hoodie everywhere. And because I want to keep you safe, I want you to wear this mask everywhere you go for the rest of your life. I don't want that to happen again. They say that your lungs won't be able to handle that again. Are you okay with that? Or is that too much to ask?" Alan handed me a mask, the one that he made with Airinum.

"Thanks for letting me know, and no, it's not too much to ask, I can wear a mask for the rest of my time in this world," I said, taking the mask from Alan.

"No problem, and also, here's your hoodie and your old mask," Alan neatly placed my mask and hoodie at the foot of the bed. I looked down at myself. I was in a white hoodie. Alan wasn't kidding when he said I was a patient in the medical room.

"Thanks, for everything, Alan," I said awkwardly. Alan smiled again.

"Umm.. you're welcome. Phiona wants to see you, can she come in? And another guest who she thinks you might know..?" Alan asked, nervously.

"Yeah, sure," I told Alan.  Alan left the room, and a couple seconds later, Alan came back with #28714 and who appeared to be another Walker, but one I hadn't seen before.
"Hi, #33828!" #28714 exclaimed.
"Hi... why are you so excited?" I asked her nervously.
"Well, first of all, you're alive! Second of all, Alan let me bring you..." She pointed to the unknown Walker standing with her and Alan, and the Walker took off her mask and put her hood down. It wasn't a Walker(unless she registered and didn't let me know), it was Fiona, from back home! I tried to run up and give her a hug, but I could barely sit up, because all the wires and cables from medical equipment that were attached to me were holding me back. At least the medical equipment is helping me live, right?

"I'm sorry for saying that you should go to a mental hospital because you were a crazy superfan. I get it now. The police almost killed me. But I got in a cab and told the driver to take me here. Now I understand how being a fan was the only way you survived," Fiona apologized, breaking down into tears. "I never wanted to see you like this, almost killed by gas," she leaned in for a hug. I was just able to reach, and hugged her back. My vision went blurry. Yay, now I'm crying too.

Fiona then turned to Alan. "Thanks, Alan, for saving my friend's life," she looked up at Alan.

"Umm, no prob-"Alan was interrupted by Fiona hugging him. I looked at Alan and mouthed 'Sorry'. He laughed.

"Let's let you rest," Fiona and 'Phiona' said and they waved and left. Alan sat down in a chair by my bed. I noticed that I was still holding the mask in my right hand. I looked at it, and then looked at my left wrist. My watch was still there. That's good. I tapped it. A hologram popped up, but after it flashed Alan's logo, it said, '1 emergency voicemail from #0'. I looked up at Alan.

He nodded. "Listen to it," he said.

I tapped the hologram. "Attention, all Walkers. We plan to fight in exactly three days. All Walkers must fight, except first aid Walkers and patients. I have added a timer to everyone's watches that shows exactly how long we have until the fight. #0 out." I gave Alan a worried look.

"Don't worry," he reassured me. "We made sure the doors all have very tight seals so gases won't leak through again. You will be safe with the first aid Walkers. Just remember, when you are allowed to leave, remember to always wear the white hoodie and this mask, it will help keep you safe," Alan pointed to the mask he had given me earlier.

"I will," I said. I trust Alan. When he says that someone or something will help keep me safe, I believe him.

"Also remember that I potato you," Alan smiled.

"I potato you too," I said.

"Get some rest, okay?" Alan asked. I nodded. With that, Alan waved and left the room.

Once Alan had left, I checked the wall clock. It was just past 3 o'clock. A nap wouldn't hurt. I was tired. I set my new mask on the small side table by my bed, and slowly drifted off into sleep.