Journey on the End of Days Chapter 4

Jason’s Perspective1

After I woke up strapped to an examination table, I knew that I had become an experiment to the scientists. The room was darkened except for the light above me. My body felt like it was on fire and I couldn’t get into a position to stop the agony. At least that’s what it felt like after they started injecting me with whatever was in the syringes. 2

I lay in agony hour after hour as the vicious liquid burned fire in my veins. The only reprieve that I got from the agony was the beautiful woman that walked in to check on me. She was fragile beautiful, as if to touch her would break her, with porcelain skin and blue eyes that seemed like pools of water at night. At first, I was angry at the people that did this to me, but whenever she would visit, my anger would fade away and I would be caught staring at her until she left and the agony started again. 3

Hours or even days passed, and the agony would continue relentlessly. However, the woman doctor kept showing up more and more to examine me and my reactions. Even though she was being clinical and emotionally detached, at least in body language, I could sense her sorrow at what was being done to me. Call me crazy, but I could feel it. When she next came in, I asked her, in a strained voice, what I should call her.4

She said “You can call me Dr. Stabler.” 5

I smiled, even though it hurt to move. “My name is Jason. Do you have a first name, angel?”6

A small smile briefly curved on her face before disappearing. “My name is Andrea.” She said softly as if tentative to say it.7

“Well, Andrea, it’s nice to meet you.” I said, holding out a hand with an IV attached. 8

She hesitated and then took my hand. Her skin was soft and creamy in the light above me. Her fingers were long and delicate with the rest of her. She seemed to relax to my touch and her face softened. I could swear that I could see a warm blush to her cheeks and then an explosion shook the building. 9

People were running and shouting right outside the door and the ground shook again with a closer explosion. Plaster from the top of the room started to sprinkle down on us. I looked up at Andrea and saw that a piece of the overhead light, loosened by the explosion, was heading straight for her head. I yanked her hand to me and the overhead light swung by narrowly missing her. 10

She looked up into my eyes and said “Thank you for saving my life.”11

“You’re welcome, but would you mind saving mine?” I asked, holding up my other hand that was bound. 12

She looked around to see if anyone was watching and then released me and gave me her white doctor’s coat to put on. She looked outside the door and motioned for me to follow her. 13

As I followed Andrea down the corridors, I saw the damage and the wounded that the explosions caused. Some of the people were burned down the side of their face and others looked far worse. The corridor came to a T and the right corridor was filled with debris and was a jagged hole to the outside chaos. 14

I noticed the spotlights training on three people, two of them dressed in blue hospital nightgowns, running to the gates and soldiers were pursuing them. The soldiers stopped and raised their automatic rifles. The officer behind them yelled “Fire” and death issued from the soldiers' rifles. The three people dropped to the ground screaming just before they reached the gates and the soldiers walked over calmly and shot them dead. 15

Andrea beside me gasped in shock and horror and tears formed in her eyes, but didn’t spill over. I had to give her credit for trying to keep herself under control. Her face then hardened and she briskly walked past the debris to a Hummer that was sitting in idle as the soldiers went to contain the blast. She opened the door and looked back at me. 16

“Are you coming?” she said. Still in shock from the brutal deaths that I had witnessed, I ran over and slid into the passenger seat. Buckling her seatbelt and telling me to do the same, she muttered under her breath “I’ll be damned if they kill me.”17

She punched the gas pedal and the beast accelerated forward towards the main gates. Soldiers stationed at the gates yelled at us to stop, but we kept going forward. They opened fire, but the bullets bounced off. I realized that this Hummer had bulletproof glass. I laughed in relief as they dodged out of the way and we hit the gates. They swung open easily with a smash. Whoever said that sixty miles an hour can’t pave a way was never in the right vehicle. 18

Gunfire still peppered the back of our vehicle as we drove on, but no one followed us. 19

“Why do you think that they were killing the patients?” I asked, looking at her.20

She looked back at me and her eyes were filled with confusion. “I honestly don’t know. I know the General who ran Fort Howl, he wouldn’t condone killing the experiments. I’m sure that something else is going on.” She said with worry in her voice. 21

I touched her on the shoulder and said “Don’t worry. We are away from that place and I’m sure that everything will explain itself in time.”22

She softened and said “We'll see.”23

I looked back at the road and there was a girl in the middle of the street and we were going way too fast. I yelled “Look out” and Andrea saw her and turned the wheel to miss her. 24

The Hummer turned and spun, turning itself around and around until we stopped with the passenger side facing the girl. I rolled down the window and the little girl squeaked with her doll clutched in her hand “Where’s my mommy?”25