Flesh Eaters

Recovery

Chapter 30 - Recovery

*Murphy's POV*

"Murphy," Grey asks as she looks up at me with concern.

My head spins as I try to understand what she's asking. My vision blackens into a narrow tunnel as I struggle to breath. I feel my heart hammers in my chest as I wobble on my feet.

And then, everything turns black.

I drift through the darkness of a dream that makes no sense. Images of blurred faces and concerned voices enter for a moment before they disappear. Flashes of pain bolt through me and send me back down into the darkness when I try to surface.

I don't know how long this lasts but it feels like years before I'm finally able to find a sense of anything.

I feel a stiff mattress beneath me and a thin sheet covering me. For a moment I almost believe I that I'm in my bed at the trailer park, but when I finally manage to get my eyes to open I find myself in a dimly lit tent. The smell of antiseptic and campfire fills the air.

When I attempt to sit up I find a needle in my arm. A tube connected to it feeds a clear liquid into my vein.

"Easy there. Don't want to be moving to much after what you've just been through," a voice I don't recognize says.

I look up from the needle and find a man, maybe in his 40's, sitting across from me on a second stretcher. He wears dirty, white, dress shirt; the sort you'd see a doctor wearing before the world went to shit, along with a pair of black slacks.

I stare at him dumbly, unsure of who he is or where everyone is.

"I'm sorry," he says as he stands. "I'm Daniel, Daniel Evens, but everyone around here calls me Evens."

Evens? So he's the doctor Zoey was looking for, but where is she? Where's Grey and Baird?

"Where's Grey," I rasp.

"She resting," he responds as he makes his way to a small table on the opposite side of the tent. He picks a thermos up and pours some of its contents in a plastic cup. "Along with your other friends," he continues as he makes his way back to me.

He hands the cup to me and I find it's filled with water. Still unsure how to react to the situation I've woken up to, I only take a small sip. I don't trust these people. Beside from Matt, Zoey, and Aaron these people have been nothing but hostile toward us.

"You need to drink if you ever want this IV removed," Evens says tearing me out of my thoughts.

I study him for a moment before I take another small sip.

He smiles and nods, "good. We're making progress. Now, are you in any pain?"

"Am I in any pain? Goddamn, that's a dumb fuckin' question to ask someone who's been shot," I growl before I take a larger drink of the water.

"Ah yes. Baird warned that your quick to anger and a very sarcastic one. As for the pain, I'd be surprised if you weren't feeling any," he says as he sits back down on the empty stretcher. "I'd give you something to ease your discomfort, but sadly painkillers of any sort is the one thing that we are lacking here."

"I'll manage," I sigh and touch the bandage on my shoulder. "I suppose I have you ta' thank for fixin' the bullet wound."

"Actually for that, your thanks are bestowed upon Baird. The stitching of the three stab wounds, two on your leg and one on your stomach, those thanks go to me." Evens smiles for a second before he continues, "now when I was cleaning the wound on your stomach I saw something. A scar of sorts.."