Chapter 3
Lub dub.
Lub dub.
Lub dub.
All I can hear right now is the sound of my heart beating. We were pointing our guns at the door but immediately pointed it upwards and some holstered theirs.
When Tobe opened the door, everyone went quite, so quite that you can here a pin drop.
I thought no one...
...survived.
I immediately ordered my team to unlock all cells where the people are held captive.
When Tobe opened that door, we saw at least 30 people, locked up in this cage and they look awful.
They have dark bags under their eyes, hairs are messy, they either have big or small scratches in their bodies, the blood pouring from them has already dried up and some part of their clothes are either ripped apart or missing pieces.
Why am I still surprised being in this field for God knows how long.
Thinking about what they did to the innocent people, stirs something in me.
This is a violation of human rights. Unless they volunteered.
But their faces and pleads says otherwise.
Dismissing those thoughts, I helped my team open the cages and get the people out.
Before I can open another cage, an old lady gripped my wrist, as tightly as she could, although it does not hurt due to her state right now.
She was small compared to my height, she had on a bun and her eyes were a dull of grey.
My eyes widened at her sudden action and immediately helped her to stand properly by holding her arm and supporting her upper back with my other arm.
She sniffed me.
Before I could comment anything, her eyes slowly turned white, taking over what was once her dull grey eyes.
I gasped lightly, startled by what happened.
And then she spoke, with a tone of seriousness.
They all moved faster and more carefully this time. We led them to the exit of the facility, as they requested.
They said it was safe for them to be hidden rather than be in our area.
Wonder what that means.
And oh damn, what do I say when we get back?
I'm a dead woman walking.
Before leaving them, we made sure that they are safe and didn't need help.
We have orders to take survivors with us but I can't help myself but feel something for them.
I hesitated for a moment before going back to our ride.
We brought the tubes, the prints, bloods, pictures and etc. Soon, we will hand it to them and then after that, we take a nighty night.
So much for our last day.
When we were back, we submitted all the things we brought with us which were the silver, pictures of the print and claw marks and the pictures of the cages and the report.
After that, I immediately headed to the bathroom to take a shower cause I still smell lab crap on myself. Which is an awful smell, mind you.
The smell of blood, medicine and smoke all mixed together does not smell pleasant at all.
I took off my clothes and finally let the hot water touch my skin. I sighed, my tensed muscles starting to relax.
I put shampoo and body wash at the same time to save time, cause I really want to feel my bed right at this moment.
Humming a random song, I heard a loud growl.
I froze.
What is that?
Why are you asking me, it's my first time hearing it.
Then stop talking.
No you.
Before I could continue arguing with myself, I heard the bathroom door open and then close.
Who was that? That doesn't sound human at all.
It's a dog.
How can a freaking dog get inside a shower and- I need to shut up.
Great idea.
Shut up!
Ugh.
Hahaha, I'm going crazy.
Bet.
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After showering, I put on my clothes and laid myself out in the bed.
I sighed heavily. What a long, tiring day.
It was a search and rescue mission yet what we did was nowhere near it.
We did search and rescue but the rescue part was a bit uhm...well.
The claw marks bothered me more, it was pulling me in. I was drawn to it without knowing why.
This day is a mess and I can't why til' its over. I get to meet my family tomorrow too.
Reminds me that I'll have to call my parents and also my sister who works overseas.
But my lazy self won't allow me to move an inch. I grunted.
Better sleep and then I'll do stuff tomorrow. Yes, I can work with that.
I snuggled myself into my pillow and closed my eyes, succumbing into the darkness. But before I could really fall asleep, Derek barged into my room.
He walked inside while holding a pillow. He is pouting. He walked directly to me and pushed me into the corner of the bed.
He hissed, "Who cares, move." He still kept pushing me while putting himself on the bed.
I rubbed my eyes tirelessly and chuckled. I opened my arms, inviting him in and he obliged. He snuggled into me like a teddy bear.
What he said almost made me shed a tear but I held it in. I kissed his forehead and hugged him tightly.
When he died, I never felt comfort like this until Derek came into my life. Either way, I'm thankful for the blessing that I have gotten.
And that is a blessing I'd protect with my whole life.
Even if I'm fighting with death itself.
I promised myself I'd never experience the same thing again, and so I won't. I'd rather die than have it repeat in my life.
The pain was excruciating. And if I feel that pain again, only then will I be afraid.