Jordan climbed out of the ambulance, shaking in his shoes. It was only late fall, yet he felt himself shaking as if it was the middle of winter. He felt cold all over and sad. That girl, he thought. The girl did it. She somehow convinced me to go against protocol and release her from medical custody. Who the hell was she?
Luckily, he'd taken a blood sample from her while she was unconscious. It was possibly the only way to identify her. To figure out who she really was.
He needed to get the sample to the medical examiner to find out the name of this girl. She was wounded, and he had just let her out. What ability did this girl possess to do these things? To make him do something he'd taken an oath to never do. He'd never gone against protocol before, so why the sudden change? Then it hit him. She'd said something about her friend needing help.
It made him think back to his college years.
His friend was driving after a night spent partying and hard-drinking, despite the advice of everyone telling her not to.
He remembered being in the passenger seat when the car flipped. His friend was flung through the windshield and he against the door. After being stunned for a few minutes, he smashed the window to escape the car and ran to the aid of his friend. He didn't remember much after that. He did remember the police officer saying that his friend was killed upon impact. That there was no possible way that she'd felt anything.
He bowed his head
"Oh, Kaitlyn. I hope you're resting in peace."
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Final Apocalypse: Infant
HorrorThe Sequel to a dark story that has an even darker twist than its predecessor. Tamara lives, but her mind is in pieces. And what's more: She's pregnant! But a new threat arises in the form of Dr. Jordan Kaleil. Can Tamara stop this menace while keep...
