Flesh Eaters

Intensive Care

Chapter 29 - Intensive Care

*Grey's POV*

I hold Murphy up as we follow behind Baird and Zoey. Behind us, I refuse to look. The sounds are enough to keep me moving.

The sickening thuds of the axe which quickly turn into a liquid squelching sound. Cracks of bone breaking in half. The screams of agony that slowly die out into nothing. Grunts from Matt as the axe is heaved up, ready to be swung again.

"Where are... we... goin' now," Murphy pants as he limps along next to me.

"Back to the camp," Zoey says.

"What," I shout. "Why are you taking us there! The rest of your camp will want us as prisoners."

"Trust me. They won't lay a finger on any of you after they see what Matt's done, besides, your friend needs medical attention," she says keeping her pace.

I glance up at Murphy who leans on me for support. He looks pale and has broken out in a cold sweat. He holds one hand over the bleeding bullet wound in his shoulder as he continues to limp forward.

"How you doing," I ask.

He's remains silent for a few more paces before he answers, "I don't know... I hurt like Hell." He glances down at me then adds, "I'll pull through... I've been through worse."

I nod, knowing he's talking about the bite from the eater. "I'm still going to worry," I say while avoiding eye contact.

"Yeah," he says looking forward again. He chews the inside of his lip for a moment before he adds, "we still need to talk about you."

"What about me," I ask, furrowing my eyebrows.

"I know you still ain't recovered from the Robby incident or Clint... 'N' don't ya' try denying it."

I feel the emotion I've been holding in bubble up inside of me as I continue to stare forward. "Not now," I manage to choke out. "We can't talk about that now."

We remain silent for the rest of the walk. The closer we get the more people we see. Many glare at us as they restrain their dogs, but most look to us as if we've saved their lives.

Zoey leads us to the middle of the camp and people slowly begin to gather around us.

"Where's doctor Evens," Zoey shouts after a moment. "This man's been shot and stabbed. He needs help!"

The crowd breaks out into a hushed discussion but nobody steps forward. Select words make their way out as the crowds volume rises.

"Traitor...Prisoners...Where's Simon..We should kill them...I'm scared..They shouldn't be here..Dr. Evens.."

As I wait for something to happen I glance up at Murphy. His hairs damp with sweat and he shakes as if he's freezing. "Murphy," I ask.

He remains silent as he wobbles on his feet. Before I have time to call out for help he's collapsing. He falls and hits the ground with a heavy thud.

"MURPHY," I shout out in fear as I roll him over into his back. "Please be alright," I whimper as Baird drops down next to me.

He presses two fingers to Murphy's neck searching for a pulse. "He's alive," he says answering my unspoken question. "But his pulse is weak. He needs blood before we can do anything else."

Baird turns away from me and faces the now silent crowd. "Where's this, Dr. Evens she speaks of?"

The crowd remains silent for a few moments before a man shoulders his way through the gawking audience. He stops in front of us and crouches down to our level. "I'm Dr. Evens," he says holding out a lanky hand. When neither of us move to shake it he continues, "Tell me what happened."