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"Oh hell," I said through gritted teeth, and the pain got worse I balled upagony ran through , but I kneas screah the rooht it was a side effect fro for breath in atteht the pain, I saw that the roo?" I yelled

I strained to liftover ed looks and muoing on any ain, louder this tieon who had cut loves off, and tossed them on me I felt them, cold and latex, on my bare skin Then he turned and walked away He’d discarded his trash on top of

"Hey!" I shouted after them "You can’t just leave me here! Unhook my straps! Hey!"

But they didn’t come back, not that I’d really expected theency, and they didn’t have ti more than a science experily suspected – I would be a buffet for them I was tied down, unable totheot in here, they would literally tear me apart

As much as I wanted to die, or at least I preferred death to all these surgeries, I did not want to get ripped to shreds I wanted a nice quiet fall-asleep-and-never-wake-up kind of death And if I couldn’t get that, then I had to get out of here

I pulled at the straps, but they didn’t budge After surgeries, I always had welts on ainst the

But since I had no other options, I kept straining at theh it killeddidn’t succeed in getting myself my free, but it did tip the table over When it crashed to the concrete floor,my strap in place was crushed between the table and floor It wasn’t broken, not yet, but if I could keep rocking the table on it, I et one hand free

In order to do that, I had to sainst the floor, but it was the only way I knew to get out So I rocked backward, al the table forward on me, but it steadied itself on its side

Finally, the h that I could slide the wrist strap out The leather was still aroundas my hand was free

With ht wrist That sounded simpler than it actually was I had to twist my freshly sliced-open abdomen and stretch and strain I cried out as I undid my other hand

The other straps were quicker and easier, and once I finally had theot a look at my incision It was only about three inches across, so it wasn’t the worst they’d done, but blood was seeping out of it and running down my stomach and pants

I couldn’t walk around like that, not with zombies attracted to the scent of blood There were a needle and thread on the sical tools The butchers always sewed uess

My hands were shaking, andthe floor Plus, I’d never been that good of a seamstress But I couldn’t just walk around like this, and I was certain the doctors weren’t co back

I threaded the needle and braced eries had raised my pain tolerance quite a bit Unfortunately, it still hurt like hell when I shoved a needle through h I didn’t want to attract unwanted attention froh it I nearly threw up halfway through, but I kept it down

With slick bloody hands, I staggered around the room I found a towel and wiped myself as best I could, then I put on the shirt I’d corabbed a scalpel fro I had to a weapon, and I left the operating roo for me

It was rather anticli The third floor – the floor I lived on – was co sirens had scared everyone, as was their job

The next floor was exactly the saered out of the stairwell onto the first floor

That main level was the soldiers’ quarters It was like a dormitory, where they lived It was dark and appeared to be e the wall for support, I heard soht, not in this condition with a tiny scalpel, soAnd that’s exactly what I did

I’d only ainst the cool tiles, when I heard soconfused

I stopped and turned around to face him "Tatum?"