Red Cure (on hold)

2/2 Part 24

Well here it is guys O-D

I woke up in new clothes and I was in a new place, but the place was familiar, and I had worn the clothes before. Peter was once again missing. Where had he disappeared to? It wasn’t like they needed him anymore now that they could replicate his blood. I laid there waiting for a long time, falling in and out of sleep. But after a long while I decided he was taking too long. I got out of the bed slowly, wincing at the pain as I stood.

I opened the door and peered out into the blindingly white hallway. I wasn’t sure where he had gone but there were a few places that I could try first. I started walking and winced with every step. I had been heading towards the kitchen when I turned a corner and saw nothing but empty offices and I realized that I was lost. When had these white walls ever been so confusing?

I was regretting this decision. I just wanted to find my room again when I heard a noise. The only noise I had heard besides my own footsteps the entire time I had been wandering. It was the sound of a dryer.

I hobbled slowly towards the noise, holding my side and trying to remain upright. I pushed the door muffling the noise open. I stood in the doorway silently and looked inside. Peter sat on the floor in front of the machine watching the clothes go around and around. Boredom was evident on his face as he waited for the last five minutes to be over.

“Peter.” I said. I stumbled forward into the room, failing to look perfectly alright. He turned to look at me when I said his name and leapt towards me when I moved forward clumsily.

“Sharp! What are you doing out of bed?” He asked as he scooped me up and set me on top of a silent washing machine.

“You were taking too long so I came to find you. Then I got lost.” I croaked out with my unused voice, looking down in embarrassment.

“Where is everybody?” I asked to keep Peter from teasing me as he fought off a smile. I could tell he was trying extremely hard not to tease me because I was injured, but I figured it would be easier to just change the subject.

“I don’t know,” He said as the dryer beeped behind him, “I haven’t seen a single person.” He emptied the dryer and I recognized my clothes. I was going to avoid asking the obvious question of how they came to no longer be on my body but inside of the machine.

“We need to get you back to bed. We’ll figure out what to do tomorrow.” Peter said, helping me off of the washing machine while I held the warm bundle of clothes to my chest.

We slowly made our way through the maze of hallways that had once been a straight line in my mind. Peter must have given me something for the pain because I could barely form a coherent thought let alone figure out which hallway to take and I felt as though I was half asleep as Peter helped me walk.

He made me promise to stay in bed while he got us something to eat. I wouldn’t have promised if I had been in my right mind, but the bed was so comfortable and so I agreed.

“We’ll eat something and watch a movie when I get back ok?” He said as he stood from where he had been sitting on the edge of the bed. He started to leave but turned back to me before he reached the door. He knelt over me and kissed my forehead before leaving quickly like he was embarrassed. After he closed the door I heard his footsteps hurry away and I smiled. He knew that if he took too long I would go after him again rather than face boredom. I wasn’t awake long enough to get bored.

When I returned with our sandwiches and orange juice Sharp was asleep. I was glad the pain meds I had given her were working I didn’t want her to be in pain. It was my fault in the first place. Not only had I caused her the inconvenience of having a wound that would keep her in bed for a long while but I caused her to be in pain and after watching her almost die I felt an overwhelming need to keep her from even the tiniest pain. A paper cut had the same effect on me that a severed limb would, forget the fact that they can feel the same.

But we had bigger problems than paper cuts and thoughts of severed limbs. Where was everybody and why had they left? We’re going to have to wait a couple of days but then we’ll be heading to New York. I hope that that’s where they are.

December 31, 2039

We decided to stay in the compound until after New Year’s Day. That would give me enough time to heal and rest up before we moved on. Besides that we didn’t even know if everyone was going to be in New York and there was no reason to leave perfectly good warmth and shelter in search of another compound that may or may not be still standing. They could be dead for all we know. I hope that they aren’t but we won’t know for sure until we find them or their bodies.k

Peter and I watched movies today. I was able to stay awake this time. Watching a movie you’ve seen before with someone who hasn’t is the best experience in the world.

January 2, 2040

Greyeagle is the BEST movie in the world! Ok maybe not the best but it’s pretty darn close.

We’ve decided to head out today. By ‘we’ I mean I told Peter that I would go by myself if he refused to come. It will take hours to get to New York and even then we might be on our own. I don’t know why they left but we’re leaving now too. I wonder if they left as calmly as we are or if they left in a panic.

Oh yeah, Happy New Year.

Later

We know why they left now. They left because the dirty rotten French decided to bomb that particular facility the moment it was confirmed that there were people actually staying there. Luckily we were already about a half a mile away when they got around to it. It’s a really good thing we finished watching all of the movies on our lists before we left. We might never have seen those movies ever again. Peter agrees.

10:00 pm

I wish that we could stop and land so that I wouldn’t have to sleep in the copilot’s seat. That and Peter is looking pretty tired. Unfortunately Peter insists that we push on until we reach the Big Apple. Speaking of which, that nickname never made much sense to me.

January 3, 2040

Well, the good news is that we didn’t crash our plane into an island infected with starving cannibalistic children suffering from Prion disease. The bad news is that the New York facility where Peter was held was also bombed. There were no bodies or any sign at all that people had been there.

We took off again almost immediately and Peter pointed the plane towards Florida and we’re using up what’s left of the fuel before we have to land. We’ve decided that we should search by car. It’s a lot easier to miss things in a plane than it is in a car and we can’t take any chances of missing something. If we don’t find them in a month we’ll just hunker down and wait for them. The government has a way of sticking its nose into your business sooner or later. That’s what Marine Stevens used to say. Speaking of Marine Stevens, he’s always found me, one way or another. Even from beyond the grave, he’s already done that once.

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