Gone - Part 1 and 2

Part 1

Cassidy V.

I awoke. My eyes fluttered open and was nearly blinded by the brightness of the room. Everything was white and sleek-looking, from the cabinets to the floor. There were no windows, only two sleek glossy doors.

I glanced down at my arms, that were hooked to a IV bag, another weird bag, and heart monitors. What was going on? I pushed myself and at my memories to think of the last thing I could recall. I remember running. Running from what? Why was I running? That I did not know. I looked at the only other thing in this entire white room, a big window. As if someone was monitoring me. Why would I need to be monitored? A thousand questions ran through my head with no answers. I need to get out of here, and fast. I thought to myself.

The attachments to the IV bag and pointless drugs they had me on were buried deep into my skin. I closed my eyes, sighed a really loud sigh, and in one good rip I pulled out two cords. Then detached myself from the pulse monitor, and whatever else I was hooked two.

I angled my person until my feet were dangling of the hospital bed. My legs felt like noodles, I wasn't very excited to see if my land legs were working. I counted to three and hopped off the bed. Oh no, my legs were NOT working. I somehow ran towards the wall and propped up against it. I looked down at my hospital gown, nasty and stained from blood. I looked around the room for any sense of fashionable clothing that didn't have a gigantic hole in the butt area. Stupid gowns. I found a cabinet with my distant eyesight and managed to get the strength to run at it.

I was being held up with my arms holding the cabinet opener. I swung it open and looked at a bright red Fox Racing Company t-shirt. My favorite shirt, why was it here? Was this what I was wearing when they put me in here? I looked at the shelf lower to find some sort of pants, and found a pair of blue jeans. I grabbed them, and shoved my sea legs through the holes.

I was gaining my balance back. It was a good thing too, because I was starting to get a little worried. I focus on my escape, the two doors. I chose a door by playing eenie meenie miney moe. The left door was my destination. I swung the door open. Nothing, but a toilet and a handicapped shower. This was definitely not my destination.

I closed the left door and headed to the right one, on the opposite side of the room. When I usually push open a door, I push at the door with my shoulder. I did this same thing, but the door refused to open. If it's locked, it must be something good. Those words swirled around in my brain, making me very curious. An escape? Something to help me? I was crawling with anxiousness. I twisted the door knob and slammed against the door with my shoulder. I felt like I wasn't making a difference, however only hurting my shoulder.

I slid down the door and sat right on the floor. I breathe a large, panicky sigh. I had to find another way out. I looked at the large, unable to see through glass. Hmm? I picked up the long silver holder to the IV bag, prepped my person, and ran at the glass with the IV bag holder. I fell right on my butt. The glass reflected my force from both the pole and my weight, which was only 105 pounds. I started panicking more and more, and slammed my shoulder into the glass. No such luck in escaping.

My last hope was gone, I was trapped in this tiring, creepy, a little too white room, with no food, and toilet water. Wait! I ran into the bathroom. I sighed a large sigh of relief. There was a large vent above the toilet. I stepped on top of the potty, and yanked at the plate blocking me from my escape. This was my last hope, so I continually yanked until, finally, one side of the vent ripped off. I wasn't done yet. I put a foot against the wall, and the other was used as support for underneath me. I yanked at the outer plate, until the rest ripped off. I let out my gusts of air. Feeling accomplished, I threw what I ripped off on the floor.

Good thing I had a lanky, skinny body, because this vent was not as big as I thought it was about 5 minutes ago. I climbed in, anxious to get out of this deserted "hospital." I crawled and crawled till I reached a dead-end. I looked underneath me and saw a vent. I adjusted myself and jammed my foot down into the vent. It knocked loose and fell onto the ground beneath me. I jumped and landed a little roughly, but not enough to affect me.

I observed my surroundings. A lobby? Good enough for me. To have a lobby means there's an exit, and that's all I need. I looked to my far right. Exit signs. I ran towards them and was approaching a corner to go to the hallway with the exit doors on the end of them when I heard, rattling. Not rattling, but more like sifting sounds, like someone was looking for something they couldn't find. I stopped dead in my tracks. I did not want to be caught by whoever was in here, because they might put me back in the terrifying empty white abyss that was what I just escaped from.

I put myself against the wall and inched up to where the corners met. I slowly began peaking around the corner when I accidentally kicked a broken off arm to a chair and sent it rattling against the wooden floor. I stood as still as I possibly could. I just blew my cover and I knew that. Several minutes later, when nothing happened, I poked my head out. A striking force face palmed my forehead, not only scaring me, but sent me tripping backwards. Once I was on the ground, I heard a noise that I did not want to hear, the pumping of a soon to fire gun.

Click, Click. Boom!

I saw the bullet pierce my skin. I fainted.
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Part 2

Second part, Enjoy! (I own all rights to this story, please don't use it as, "Your own.") Thanks!
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I am about tired of waking up in unknown places. I was propped up against a wall. I searched my body for any sign of a wound, remembering what had happened before I had fainted. I saw a bandage wrapped around my arm. Lying next to me were surgical pliers and stitching.

A teenager, about my age approached me; I immediately was trapped into his deep electric blue eyes. I carefully inspected his looks. He was about 15 years old, with loose short black duck-billed hair. He had a gorgeous completion which was an olive skin tone. Everything about him was just too good to be true.

"I am so sorry that I shot you. If I knew it was you, I wouldn't have fired." He said. Why would he shoot someone any way? He treated those words as if I knew him. Did I? Maybe I had been in here longer than I expected, or I had lost some memory.

"Why would you shoot someone any way?" I rejected, maybe a little too harshly. "Easy," He replied, "I didn't think you were human." Why wouldn't I be human? Who's not human around here? I became a little freaked out. I guess he saw it on my face and asked my question for me. "You don't know what's going on do you? Take a look out the window." I stood up, still a little dizzy from the fainting. I stood on a chair to look out a high window that met with the roof.

What I saw, well I didn't exactly know how to reply. What I saw was nothing. Abandoned cars, broken windows to outlet shoppers, and basically, these once busy streets were dead.

I looked back down at the boy, not sure of his name. I didn't want to know what was going on, so I changed the subject. "What's your name?" I asked. "Ryan Silverman," He answered my question. "I would ask yours, but I already know yours, Kirra Silva. Cool name actually." How does he know my name? I thought. It seemed like he could understand whatever I was thinking in my head because he seemed to answer every question I thought I had safe in my cozy little mind. "It says it on your hospital bracelet. We have the same birthday you know, even born in the same year." I lifted my hand to meet eye level. Everything he knew about me was on this bracelet. I stood up from the wall and hugged him.

I pulled away to see his awkward smile, with his big beautiful white teeth. "What was that for?" He asked. I replied with a genuine, "Cause' you're the first person I've seen." He chuckled and spoke with his deep voice. "So you're not mad I shot you?" He asked. "It was only a superficial wound, nothing to worry about. I'll live. The worst part of today was waking up in I have no idea where."

He suddenly gazed at me with big, worried eyes. "Woke up?" He questioned. "Yeah, I was sleeping. What's today's date?" I asked, curiously. "January 12th, 2011." I backtracked. No, today was December 12th, 2010. I thought to myself. I repeated out loud to Ryan. He gazed at me with confused eyes. Then opened his eyes as if in realization. "Your... you're a Keeper!" He yelled with enthusiasm. A keeper? What was a keeper? "What's that?" I asked, wondering who I really was.

"You protect us who are incapable of what you can do. You have inhuman powers. Some Keepers have clairvoyance, advanced fighting skills, invincible bodies, invisibility, and other odd features that humans don't have. A Master Keeper can have all the inhuman skills. And there are more powers than what I named. Keepers disappeared for a year, all in a coma. You must have come from white room that you described, which would have been more than hard to escape, because those who are out to kill the Keepers will find you, and try to kill you." He said, with mixed expressions.

I thought he was crazy! I mean a keeper? Who was he kidding? "Yeah, um, are you okay dude? First, you shot me, which I forgive you for. Now you're trying to convince me I'm not from this world?" I scoffed a sound after my sentence to emphasize how much I didn't believe his statements. "You don't have to believe me, you can just find out on your own."

I shrugged it off, I didn't really care. I mean, what was this kid thinking? I was an alien. Glad that was his first impression of me (not). I was tired of sitting in this building. I stood up and went towards the door, going towards home. "There is no home anymore," Ryan yelled down the hall from behind me. Does this kid know everything I think? "Dude, why do you know everything I'm thinking?!" I tossed my voice back down the long hallway. "Because I'm a Keeper too. My power is clairvoyance and strength. I awoke from a coma too. When I did though, I knew what was going on. We're in an apocalypse here Kirra. Need I to prove it to you?" I nodded back to him after he finished what he was saying, then asked him a question I was sure he would get wrong. "What am I thinking?"

He walked towards me with his face crunched up, in a thinking type manner. "You're craving some Dr. Pepper and French fries." Oh, he was good. Not enough to believe him though. "How about now?" I asked, wondering how far he would get. "Well, you've got several things on your mind. You're thinking about your Dad, not your real one, but adoption father, who overdosed on prescription pills when you were only 7 and how much you miss him. You're thinking about how you haven't had your first kiss yet because you strongly dislike the greasy haired fools at your high school. Last but not least, me. You think I'm odd, but handsome, and smart." He sucked in a breath of air after his long statement, and smiled.

By now, he was towering over me with his height, but had his head hanging low enough to be oddly close to my face. I took a step back, watching him watch me with careful eyes. "Wow," I puffed out with what little air I had in my lungs.

At that moment, when I stepped away from him, I didn't like the space between us. I could sense he didn't either. We had a bond for such strangers. I stepped back underneath him, and with all 5'7 of me, stood up on my toes. I touched his soft lips with mine, for about 5 seconds. Then broke it off. Now if sparks really exist, those we're sparks. We need say nothing more to each other.

I now believed him. He knew exactly what I was thinking. "So I'm a keeper too?" I asked, fully under Ryan's little wing he had going on. "Yes, you haven't shown any signs of your powers, but they'll come. They're supposed to take a while, even though mine came right away. Even though you're the only person I've talked to since I woke up, but when I saw you the only thing that cluttered my mind was your thoughts. Before I met you, I was trapped in a room like you were, but I broke the steel door right off its hinges." He said.

I nodded, getting bored with this conversation. "Can we get out of here now? I want to see what's going on outside, of this death trap of a building." He looked at me, shrugged his shoulders and mentioned "You know how to shoot a gun?" Why would I need to know how to shoot a gun? I didn't ask, and I guess he didn't try to read my mind. I nodded towards him considering I have before at the shooting range many times with my Dad before he passed, and he tossed me a M16 assault rifle. "Great," I said with sarcasm in my voice.

We walked out of the doors and down the steps connecting to the hospital. I looked around, I only saw papers flying around in the wind, street lights stuck on green, and smoking and abandoned crashed cars. From my left side, I heard grunting and the dragging of feet. Before I had time to look at what the noise was, I was being overwhelmed by the source of the sound. I was tackled to the ground by the creature, and saw that the creature was trying to... eat me. I scared myself into pushing him off me. I must have pushed him awfully hard, seeing that he went flying into the air with a wind that seemed to have burst from my hand. He landed on the ground hard a couple of seconds later. I jumped up, took the time to brush myself off, and put a bullet into his brain. He was a zombie. The word echoed in my brain for a couple of seconds, when I felt Ryan grab one of my shoulders, which startled me.

That was when I flipped out. "You didn't tell me there was flippin' flesh eaters that we're trying to eat my brain!" I made him flinch. "I told you there was an apocalypse." He muttered back at me, carefully choosing his words. "Those are the guys after us?" I questioned. "No, those are takers, who look like tall NBA players dressed up in a tuxedo with grease slicked back hair. The zombies, well, the zombies are like they're dogs, sent out to get us. They used the zombies to clean of the humans so it could narrow it down to just us. However, the zombies will kill us, and if they catch us, they'll most likely torture us to death." Great, either way I'm toast. "Why do they want us dead so bad?" I questioned Ryan again. "They feel they should be able to take from the humans freely without someone fighting them, and we're the ones fighting. Want they want from the humans? Oil, water, basically resources in which our planet needs, for their planet, which is dying without it." He replied. I hoped that this was my last surprise for a while.

It was already getting dark. I figured we should find a safe haven for the night. I knew my house was only four blocks from this hospital. "We should get inside. My house is close to here, should we head out and go there?" He gestured for me to lead the way. About two blocks in, we encountered an Army of zombies. Which at that time I realized I had advanced fighting skills, the ability to push things away which was basically like a force field, and the ability to see upcoming events. After about forty or zombies, we were completely out of ammunition clips. We dropped the guns and fought them of the old-fashioned way. Luckily there were only a few to fight off without our weapons.

With my ability to, "See upcoming events." I saw people in my house, but I couldn't make out who they were. They were in a dark area without any lights on. I figured it was my mother, aunt and uncle, because there were three shadowy figures I saw. They must have locked themselves in the house together for protection. I told Ryan what I saw, which was pointless because all he said was, "Guess we'll find out when we get there."

This was way too much to take in within a period of 30 minutes or so. I thought I was dealing with it pretty well, and even Ryan said that to me. I followed after him up my abandoned driveway, knowing no one would be here, hopefully because my mother who adopted me had the chance to run while she could. Ryan shoved the door with his shoulder one good time, and the door went flying open. We took a step in and agreed to check the house for any signs of life, good or bad. He checked the hallway and I went for the living room and loft.

From Ryan's side of the house, I heard something drop and shatter, and Ryan let out a large, manly scream. I ran towards his cry and ran towards him. When I saw two men holding him. "Kirra, run!" He yelled before what looked like a hand covered his mouth. I could feel a tear run down my cheek, I knew who these men were, and I wasn't going to let them hold back Ryan from me, or hold us captive together. I wasn't about to leave him. I prepped to charge at the two large guys holding Ryan back from being free.

I felt a sharp pain reach the back of my head. It felt like the shape of a boot. I heard Ryan let lose a loud screaming cry. I fell onto the floor, unconscious.