Chapter 11 - Survival Plan (2).

He closed the preparation post after memorising every useful bit of information he can and returned back to the Records tab.

Other than the 'Preparation' post he saw many other posts with the same 'Free' tag and a star on top of them, they were…

'Appearance of Colour dots in the sky'

'Roads and Internet are blocked'

'Meet up at New York City'

'Meet up at Riyadh'

'Meet up at Mumbai'

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He wanted to read the remaining posts as they were too enticing to him, especially the one mentioning the colour dots and the blockade of Roads and the Internet. But he had wasted more than 15 minutes on the Preparation post and didn't want to spend any more of his precious time.

He immediately made a plan in his head to swiftly escape this hospital, now that the Roads and communication are blocked who knows how much time it would take for the Officer to arrive and how much time they would consume for the questioning. So he would just escape from the hospital without paying anything at all.

But the problem was there existed this weird pipes connected to his Veins through the back of his palm, if he tried yanking it out he would definitely trigger a burst of blood.

So he got up from his lying position and sat on the bed while looking frantically at everyone around him, his gaze finally stopped at a Nurse standing a distance apart from his bed attending some other patient.

He didn't want to risk wasting any more time so he just whistled at her, even those who didn't notice him earlier did this time.

The Nurse seemed to guess his action as she turned around came in front of his bed. She read the patient card attached to the front side of the steel bed and said.

"Do you need anything Mr.Bilal?"

"I want to go to the toilet please remove these pipes from my hands."

"Sorry, Mr.Bilal I can't remove the drips until we're completely sure you're fine" the Nurse said.

"I'm completely fine, I might as well discharge today itself" said Bilal.

The Nurse looked at him with a complicated expression on her face and said "Your case is slightly complicated Mr.Bilal, you've been found knocked out cold on someone's roof, although the Hospital bill isn't that much, the legal proceedings had to be done, please wait for the Officer he might be running late because of Road and communication blockage."

'Just as I expected' Bilal said in his mind and then brought something else on his mouth.

"Yes, yes I would wait, just detach all these pipes from my arm I really have to go to the toilet, I'm not going to run away"

Although she still wasn't that convinced hearing his confirmation, she decided to remove them as she's not the one responsible for all this jargon.

She grabbed one of his arms on her side and slowly started removing the drips from the back of his palm. And pasted a medical adhesive tape on the vein opening. She did the same with the other hand and removed the other pipes as well.

"All done, do you want someone to accompany you to the toilet."

"No, I'm feeling ok right now."

"Please do not run away Mr.Bilal, we've identified you're an expat, you would be on the risk of deportation if you were to run away."

Bilal didn't answer her and went straight towards the stairs, in his point of view money and social status had already become of no use. He wasn't even afraid of being Jailed anymore.

"System show Survival stores, fitness stores and Supermarkets near me"

[Connecting to Survivor Mainframe Network… Analysing... Analysing... Complete.]

[0 Survival store, 2 Fitness store and 4 supermarkets found in 4 kilometres radius of the area, Marked on the map.]

"System, give me the directions of the nearest Supermarket or the fitness store " Bilal said as he exited the stairs and arrived at the ground floor.

[Ajaz Superstore, 2kms distance from the current location.]

"Oh, that's quite far, looks like I have to acquire some proper transportation" Bilal murmured as he began walking towards the Parking lot.

Yes, he planned to steal an automobile, it is not that he was a car burglar but being in the Delivery line for more than 2 years he got to learn how to break into a car easily directly from the professionals.

He directly skipped the entire lines of cars and straightforwardly arrived at the parking area designated for the delivery trucks. It is not that he didn't want himself a car, but his first choice of preference would be a truck due to his familiarity with trucks and their large storage space.

Bilal roamed in the parking area aimlessly and walked towards a red delivery truck in full strides.

Taking out a key from his wallet he inserted it inside the Truck's Door trying to open it, but to his dismay, it didn't even budge.

Very Soon he took out another key and tried opening it once more, And again it was of no avail since it didn't open, but he wasn't a person with low resolute as he took out another key and tried the same, this time it seemed like his prayers were answered as the door opened with a 'Click' sound.

With just 3 random keys he opened up the lock and entered it without a single noise.

He didn't even flinch breaking into the truck and started fiddling with the wires below the steering wheel area. After a minute or so of continuous, tiring effort the Truck's engine started with a 'Clang' sound and the headlights emanated a bright glow to the dark parking lot. Immediately brightening it up the whole area.

Turning his lights off he drove the Truck out of the Parking lot and drove it off into the distance.