19-20

Chapter Nineteen

 

 

The lights were blinding when the rolling doors first opened, much too bright for my sensitive eyes to handle in my concussed state.  Tucking my head into Shane’s chest, I let him lead me over the remaining dead bodies of the infected and into the building. 

“Hello,” Ricky called out, his voice echoing loudly off the walls, making us all wince.

 

~Dr. Edwin Jenner~

 

“Is anyone infected?”  A man’s voice called out, as a figure stepped out of the shadows of the rapidly darkening room—or perhaps my eyes were just now adjusting. 

 

The man looked like a ghost with his pale white skin.  He sported a similar set of dark purple bruises under his eyes that told me that this man hadn’t slept soundly in a long time. 

 

He never lowered his gun as he approached, eyeing us all wearily, like we were the Devil finally come to get him—which these days was very understandable. 

 

 

 

“Doctor’s always go around packing heat like that?”  Daryl asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence that had engulfed the small space. 

God, I hated elevators. 

Jenner looked over, his eyes scanning over Shane, myself and finally coming to rest on Daryl as he spoke.  “There were plenty left lying around, I familiarized myself.” 

Chapter Twenty

 

“Who’s next?”  Jenner asked as he withdrew the needle from my arm and I stepped away from the chair.  As soon as I stood my stomach rolled and black spots swam in front of my eyes. 

 

 

 

“Why don’t you stick to soda pop, there, bud?”  Shane teased, taking a healthy sip from his glass.  I elbowed him in the gut. 

“Not you, Glenn!  I wanna see how red your face can get!”  Daryl yelled in my ear as he popped up behind me, filling my glass back to the brim.  I glared at him over my shoulder and he offered me a cheeky wink.  Was the asshole trying to get me drunk?