Surviving The Apocalypse *serious editing*

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

My mind and body were worn out. I vaguely remember waking up several times, but I was too exhausted to even open my eyes let alone investigate my surrounding. I don't know how much times passed between my times of waking up, could have been minutes or hours or days, but I know that I only woke up for a few seconds before falling back unto the darkness of my exhaustion.

The first time I woke up, I was moving. Carried by someone bridal style. Rocked with every step my captor took. I couldn't feel my body. When I tried to lift my head it stayed where it was, slumped against my captor's shoulder. I was out before I could try a second time. The next time, I could feel something soft underneath my fingers. I was laying down on a warm and comfortable bed. However along with my awareness of my comfort I was also aware of the pain. My head ached almost so much that I didn't notice that every breath I took was labored. The pain of it all was almost unbearable and I quickly slipped back into my unconscious state.

The third time I woke up I opened my eyes. I was in the dark, unable to see a foot in front of me. I wasn't alone though. I could hear someone else's steady breathing. It was one of those men. My captor. He was asleep in the corner, guarding me.

Panic took over my body. Shutting down, and for a second I thought I was going to fall unconscious again. I tried to stay alert, to force air into my lungs. The pain woke me up better than any deep breaths could have. I gasped from the pain in my lungs which caused the pain in my head to worsen.

"You're awake." The voice came from the corner and was distinctly male. I had woken him up with my cry of pain.

Shit.

I heard the man get up and shuffle some stuff around. It sounded like he were looking for something. Suddenly, a small glow sparked to life, illuminating a circle of light where the person had been sitting in the corner. The man had light a candle.

The sudden light hurt my eyes and made my head throb. I turned my head away to allow my eyes adjust to the light. The light didn't give off that much light but I could see that I was in a queen sized bed, layered in quilts. The bed took up most of the small room, leaving only a narrow ring of floor to walk around the bed and just enough room for a dresser and a rocking chair in the corner. Finally my eyes settled on the man in front of me. I tried to make out some of his features, but he had moved away from the candle and was now shrouded in shadows. From his silhouette I could see he was tall with had broad shoulders that slimmed down into narrow hips.

I had never been afraid of men before, I had never had a reason to fear them but as the man approached my bedside I shrunk away from him instinctively and a slight whimper escaped my lips.

"Shhhh, don't be afraid. I won't hurt you." The man's voice was soft and kind. But words can be deceptive. His words did not have their desired affect on me. If anything I shrunk farther away from him.

"Wh.... What..." I croaked. By throat was parched and it hurt to talk.

"Shhh. Here's some water." The man kneeled beside my bed. I began to shake as he reached out for me. He placed his hand under my head and lifted it gently. I moaned, my body refusing the action. Spots danced across my vision and I started to blackout. Everything hurt; my head, ribs, legs, throat.

"Shhh. Sorry, I'm trying to be gentle. You need water." The spots slowly dissipated. A glass was placed to my mouth and I could feel the cool liquid touch my lips. I wanted to drink the water but not if it came from this man. I kept my lips firmly closed and the water began to stream down my face to my chin. "You need to drink. You lost a lot of blood and are dehydrated." His other hand came up and started massaging my jaw until I opened my mouth. It was a very strange feeling.