I sit on the uncomfortable bed and wait until that damned door finally opens. Some other doctor came in and hooked me up to the IV again. I slept, though I'm not sure for how long. All I know is as soon as I wake up a female doctor walks in and gives me a big, warm smile. "Good morning, Jessica. You can call me, Celina," She holds a small pile of comfortable clothes, as I climb out of the bed. "This is your new attire." She places the pile of clean clothes on my bed, "Would you like to change now?" She asks me, kindly.
I nod, "I might as well." I mutter.
"Alright. Bring your clothes and come with me." She swipes her card on the device beside the door and it clicks three times before she opens it, gesturing for me to follow. I reach for the pile of clothes, before I start to wonder.
"Where are my weapons?" I ask, curious to know what's happened to them. I really want my machete back especially, because that was my father Zachary's, and now I know that he's definitely not made it... Unlike I did...
"We always leave the weapons behind." She replies shortly.
With that, I follow Celina down the same hall as before, although, this time we get to the computer room with all of the people there tapping away on screens. I follow her through the room to another hallway, where we go through a door on the right. It's a single bathroom with a toilet in the corner, a large shower, and a sink. "Thank you, Celina." I murmur to the woman with the burgundy hair in a high ponytail.
She nods with a final smile, "No problem. Now, once you're done in here, go down the hall further and go through the cherry-wood door on the left." She says, before shutting the door.
Surely, I find there's a lock on the door. I turn it, and cautiously look back at the bathroom.
There are no windows, and only automatic lights. Aside from the bland decor, I'm pretty relieved. This'll be the first time that I don't have to bathe in a river. The first time I'll feel truly clean. In fact, this is the first time I've felt truly safe in a long time.
I finally place the clothes on the edge of the sink in it's neat pile. The hospital gown, I simply leave on the ground as I adjust the shower nice and warm. I glance in the mirror before I get in. So many scars are littered all over my body. Although, the ones that stand out are the one from my stab wound into my stomach with it's gruesome stitches knitted through my skin in a horrible crescent shape. The second scar, being all over my side. With it's- seemingly- hundreds of slices that had pierced my skin all down my entire side. It's very obvious, and visible that I had been sliced there multiple times. Every other scar is either a small cut I once had, or a pretty solid bruise. I sigh, before finally climbing into the shower.
The warm water washes over me. I simply stand, leaning forward with my hands on the wall as the water continues to flow over me, cleaning away the dirt from my skin. I almost feel that the blood of those I had killed is washing away.
The sound of rushing water takes over my senses. I let my thoughts run through my head. Why do I feel so lost? I'm safe. I should feel free from the constant worry and fear of the Infected. But, I don't. I'm still worried. Drew's still out there. Heck, he probably thinks I'm truly dead. If I ever saw Drew die I would be broken. It's beyond my thoughts, or knowingness how he would react.
We both need each other.
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Finally clean and dressed, I hear the ventilation kick in. It flushes out the steam created quickly. With a last minute glance, I pull open the heavy door. Ahead of me is the hallway with it's pristine, clean walls and floors. I step out, and I make my way the opposite way I was told. Of course, I know this. I just want to know what's about that computer room. I see two doctors chatting as they come my way, past the computer room. One of those doctors is Celina.
