Chapter 13: Just What I Wanted... Meeting Someone While Covered With My Own Bloodmature
"Good God! I'm so sorry! D*mmit! Let me get you to Kassie!" The boy exclaimed and grasped my arm. He tugged me into what looked like employee's only area. It was a very large room with a large round table covered with maps, food, weapons, and medical supplies. There was also a girl around eighteen bent over a map of Chicago, her black hair falling in curtains around her face.
As we walked in, the girl, who I assumed was Kassie, hesitantly looked up from her map.
"Hey, Kassie. Think you can do something about this?" The boy asked her.
"What did you do this time?" She demanded, sounding bored.
"I kind of... Maybe I..."
"He shot me," I interrupted.
"Oh my God, Alex. Why do you have to get so jumpy?" She asked, snatching a med kit and pulling up a chair. She grabbed my arm and pushed me into the chair.
"Well, I'm sorry! For all I knew, she could've been a zombie!" He apologized and throwing his hands up above his head.
"And what happened last time you thought someone was a zombie?" She demanded.
"They, urm, they kind of..." he made the motion of a knife slicing his throat.
Kassie swabbed the cut and started to stitch it up, her teeth gnawing on her lower lip in concentration. Sticth after stitch after sticth. If this kept going on like this, someone would eventually notice my absence. D*mmit.
I stared at my filthy sneakers and kicked at an imaginary dust bunny. This place was too clean for any dust.
My ears perked up at a slight creak from somewhere inside the complex. Alex looked like he was asleep. Kassie carried on as if nothing had happened.
Ten minutes passed and Kassie was just finishing up. Seems like I had a pretty big gash.
Kassie was about to insert the needle into my skin again when Sam suddenly jumped into the room, gun drawn. He startled Kassie, who drove the needle as far in as it would go into my already pain filled arm.
"Wholly mother f*cking b*tch-*ss n*gger!" I swore painfully.
"Why the h*ll did you wander off, Brooke?" Sam demanded, obviously unaware of Kassie and Alex.
"Sam! Do you not f*cking notice what the h*ll you just did?" I demanded.
"No! Please tell me!" He replied.
"You just made Kassie f*cking stab me with a d*mn needle!" I exclaimed.
"Who is Kassie?" He asked.
"What are you? Blind or retarded?" I demanded.
Sam just now seemed to notice Kassie who was trying to dig the needle out of my arm. Alex walked up to Sam and appeared to be sizing him up. They were about the same size.
"And who the h*ll are you?" Sam demanded.
"Well, I don't know who you are, but I'm Alexander Myers. Who the h*ll are you?"
"I'm-"
"A f*cking *sshole?" Alex inturrupted, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Alex." Kassie said sternly, pulling the needle loose. I sighed in relief as she wrapped my arm up.
"Come on. Brooke. Time to go," Sam said, not taking his eyes off of Alex.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. I'm not going anywhere." I protested.
"And why the h*ll not?" Sam demanded.
Without answering, I stood up and shoved past him and went out into the hallway where I found my bat. I snatched it and stormed out out of the complex. I heard footsteps following me which only made me walk faster and faster. Little did I know that it wasn't who I thought it was.





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