Days are Gone (Under Massive Editing - Republishing Chapters)

Chapter 9 - Preparations

"Alright, let's see."

Rachelle removes the bandage from my wound and inspects it carefully.

"How does it look, doc?" I asked.

She laughed and shook her head. "The wound has already closed in just a few days. That's insane. I don't know how it happened, but whatever those people back then did to your body helped you recover."

She's right. I may not heal in an instant like Zack, but I’ll be completely healed in a day or two.

Speaking of Zack, he looked completely surprised after I told him about the physical changes I experience once I'm infected. Does that mean he's never been bitten before?

"Alright, can I do some work around the camp now?"

"Well, as your doctor," she giggled, "you can walk around the camp, but no excessive movements are allowed yet. I advise you to rest for one more day, and then you'll be free to do whatever you want. Sound fair?"

"Fair enough." I smiled. We grabbed our things and walked out of my room together.

It's been five days since I got shot in the right upper chest. Rachelle also discovered that I was a rejected subject and asked me some questions the next day with the entire group listening. They also revealed that Zack is just like me. Surprisingly, only those of us living in this large cabin know about it. I wonder why.

David and his men chased after the two who caused the massacre, but they got away. He assumed everything was planned. Those two even killed the people guarding the hunting towers while everyone was busy preparing for the mask ceremony. That explains how they got out of the camp so easily.

Ralph, the guy who loves sniping, was guarding the tower that night. Sadly, he was dead when our people found him strapped to a chair with multiple stab wounds to his chest. The other person guarding the second tower met the same fate. David had no choice but to assign new people to both towers to watch the outside area every single day.

"What are you guys doing?" I asked as soon as we got downstairs.

"You two, come here," Zachia called.

They were sitting around the table discussing something. I looked at Rachelle beside me, but she just shrugged and walked toward them.

"What's going on?" I wondered.

"David assigned all seven of us to do the runs from now on," Steve replied.

"Wait, didn't we stop doing runs when the adults started coming to the camp," Rachelle asked.

"As you all know, we lost a lot of people five nights ago, and David counted twenty-one bodies. The majority of those people were the adults assigned to the runs. Now that they're gone, we have no choice but to take their place," Steve explained.

Twenty-one. We lost almost half the camp in a single night.

"Count me out," Rachelle said, crossing her arms.

"Look, Rachelle, David gave us this job because he knew we were capable of handling it," Steve sighed. "If you're still thinking about what happened last time—"

"Don't..." she interrupted, pointing her finger at him.

"Rachelle, stop looking at the past. You need to—"

"Just stop!" she shouted.

Her voice made the living room fall silent, at least until we heard a creak coming from the front door.