Creepers
Chapter
11
I wake again, still attached to the
metal table. I must have been out for a while because when I look
around the room no one is nearby. I shift slightly and a wave of
heat courses down my back and I cry out. The whole back of my
body is burned severely, some of the skin flaking off as I move.
I let out a choking sound and start crying. It burns so badly and
there is no release. The metal is cool against it but I barely
feel it, my nerves probably damaged against the heat.
I let the tears roll down my face freely. I don’t care if
they see me like this; I want them to feel bad. As I think this,
the door opens and the boy walks in with some ice and a towel. He
walks over silently and wipes away some of my tears quickly with
the towel, then pours the ice onto the table. I stop crying and
whimpering and watch him. He arranges the ice so it is touching
most of my burns. I let out a quiet sigh; the ice feels soothing
on my back.
“Thank you,” I whisper under my breath.
He nods to me. “Listen you need to tell us your plans. My
uncle is not going to just let you get away with this. He’s
going to keep doing it until you tell.”
“Why? Why are you guys trying to stop us? Don’t you
want to stop them too?”
He sighs. “Of course we do, but the zombies aren’t as
dumb as you think. We were able to somewhat ward them off with
information. They know that you are trying to stop them from
spreading. There are many of them around here and if we give them
information then they won’t kill us, but don’t think
that because we need information my uncle won’t kill you
because he will.”
I gulp. “I can’t give any information. I really
can’t.”
“Well if you want to live then you will.”
With that he leaves the room and I am left to my thoughts. I try
not to think too much about my possible death. Instead I think
about Everett and how worried he must be. We haven’t been
away from each other this long since the apocalypse started. He
always has my back and now I’m not there to have his. It
must have been at least one day so far and I worry that I may
never be able to get back to him or the rest of the group.
Imust have fallen asleep because the next thing I know I wake in
the quiet room. I grunt in pain and don’t try to fight it.
The skin on my back burns and my stomach is blistered from the
heat. I’ve given up any hope I had left; I know I cannot
escape on my own.
I do not let myself cry though and I am glad of my decision
because the boy has just walked into the room. I cringe away from
him when he comes close to me. He eyes me and raises an
eyebrow.
I just keep my mouth shut.
He takes my hand in his and I scrunch my eyebrows together. Why
would he give off any sign of sympathy for me? He gives me a half
smile before twisting my finger back harshly. I feel it snap and
I cry out shrilly. I look at my finger, bent at an awkward angle
and cry.
“Please,” I whisper, my voice too worn out to
talk.
“Please what?” He asks. There’s a knowing tone
in his voice.
I cry out. “Please stop doing that!”
He scrunches his eyebrows. “You mean this?” He takes
another finger in his hand and snaps it back.
I choke on my cry and let out an inhuman groan. “Let me go,
please… Please!”
The boy brushes back my hair from my eyes. “Just tell us
the information.”
When I shake my head he snaps another finger and I burst into
tears like a little girl. “I can’t tell you! I
can’t, I’m sorry! Just stop, please!”
Tears are running down my face, my fingers lie limply on the
table. The boy actually gives me what seems like a sorrowful
look. He punches me in my ribs and I let out a gasp of breath. He
gives me a second to gain my air back before punching again in
the same spot. I cough and gasp as he does it again and I feel
one of my ribs shift. He punches again, harder this time and I
feel it crack. I scream and pull against the restraints.
The boy goes to my other hand and I am sobbing now, fighting to
stay conscience through the pain. He uncurls my fist and takes my
finger in his hand.
I let out a low moan and groan, “No….”
I feel his grip on my finger tighten just before the door bangs
open loudly. I glance over and watch as a bunch of guys storm
into the room holding guns. I feel dizzy, but I make out a couple
familiar faces in the group. They back the boy up into the corner
of the room and tie him up.
I feel someone cutting away at my bonds and as soon as
they’re done they carefully lift me into their arms. I
whimper in pain and let silent tears runs down my face. They
bundle me up in a jacket a couple sizes too big and we leave the
room. My hand lies limp across my body and my back burns from so
much movement. I know we are outside when the cool air hits me. I
am in too much agony for my eyes to focus and the pain makes me
dizzy.
I close my eyes and feel the steady beat of everyone marching.
Just as I fall asleep I hear a faint humming and I know I am safe
in Everett’s arms.
*****Author's
Note*****
Comment and leave me feedback!
I hope you liked this chapter.
I know most of the stories on witty are not like this, I just
wanted to try to bring something new to the
table
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Christina* · 1 decade ago
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I love it, it's really good, keep it up, can I get a notification btw?