The broken door gave away horror movie vibes, the windows still broken from being invaded by Alpha’s and their zombified humans. Still clinging tightly to Alex’s hand as he led the way down a hall with flashing lights, and to a door that held an operation room. Another doctor I didn’t recognize from the rest of the others, opened the door and asked, “ please sit there.” He pointed to the half ripped hardened foam bed. I sat down, “ If I may, I would like to know why I am here”
“ I don’t know the full reason, just that I have to check on your vitals”
“ But I was just here 2 weeks ago?”
He looked at a clipboard in silence and scooted a creaky chair my way and held his hand out, “ please hand me your hand” I hesitated but Alex put his hand on my shoulder and my hand was now held by this doctor. He checked my pulse, my heart rate, and even asked me if I was able to see clearly?. Anger began to bubble inside of my throat,...