Rescue

She kept asking what happened, and it took her several times before he finally gave in that afternoon. She was shocked when he told her and began to ramble about how that was impossible and where the strength could have come from. He tries to calm her down by grabbing her shoulder and telling her to sit down on the bed.

He points towards her wounds, which are oozing more blood than usual due to her heart rate accelerating, thinning her blood. She takes a deep breath, but then she sees visions of her parents and feels sick. Holding her hair back after Neil rushes over carrying a trash can. She throws up blood and black stuff and collapses. As he covers her and places the bucket next to the bed, Neil places her on the mattress. Neil strokes her head before grabbing some food.

Looking out the window, he slowly eats some bread with butter on top. He hears voices in the distance that appear to be human, but he is determined to stick with Jay. After waiting for half an hour, he saw a military jeep pull up outside the house. When he tries to wake Jay up, she remains still. They sighed and went back up the stairs to gently lift her into the jeep after he ran down the stairs and begged for their assistance. The people he heard aren't present when he turns to look. He is persuaded to go along despite his hesitation. He understands that Jay's situation won't get any worse without their help. He remained by her side, keeping her close and secure while holding her hand. He keeps an eye on the road signs while mentally planning his route. Neil's eyes grew heavy as the night wore on because the trip took an entire night.

By her side, he dozed off. When he awoke, he heard voices resounding all around him in his head, but he couldn't open his eyes. They were lifting her out of the car when he rolled over and struggled to get his eyes open. His leg is in excruciating pain and has bruises that extend past his knee as he quickly stumbles out of the car and lands on his shoulder. He cries out and tries to stand, but a blonde girl grabs his arm and pulls him up. His gaze is drawn to her bright blue eyes in the same way that the sun is drawn to the ocean by the reflection. Her hair was pulled back, and she had tender, soft hands. She was wearing a white shirt and leggings.

"Hey, take it easy, you've got a serious injury. My name is Debbie", she said looking at his leg. She calls over two military men as he begins to feel dizzy while leaning his weight against her. Neil falls unconscious as they pick him up, carry him to a structure marked "infirmary," and slowly place him on the whitest hospital bed. He screamed out,

"Where are we? Where's Jay?!" To soothe him, the girl petted his head. He pushes her hand away, and a man in a lab coat then enters the room. Simon is listed on his nametag. A skinny, dejected face with pitiful blue eyes is partially visible beneath short, brown hair. His right nostril and the area just under his right eye were covered in scars. Simon grabs Neil's shoulders and prevents him from getting up when he tries to. Neil is confused but keeps his composure as he takes the chalkboard from the nightstand and begins writing. Simon held up the chalkboard and it said,

"Hello, I'm Simon. I'll be taking care of you, I am mute, so I'll use this chalkboard." He carefully unwraps Neil's leg and examines the swelling and bruising. Jay's hand and side are wrapped, she had a bloody piece of fabric bulging from her pocket and was wearing a white shirt and denim shorts. Jay lays Neil down and strokes his head as he hurries to stand up.

"It'll be alright, take a deep breath and take these," Jay said, handing him pills that looked like painkillers.

When Simon realises that it is working, he quickly moves the leg into the proper position after swallowing them all at once and feeling drowsy. With Jay's hand in his, Neil nods off. After stockinette, Simon cushioned his leg with soft cotton fabric. His leg is covered with several layers of wet, soaked fibreglass.

Jay closed her eyes and sat down on the floor next to the bed. About twenty minutes later, he returned to her face. Simon walked slowly around her to tend to the superficial wounds on her back. About twenty minutes later, he returned. Before wrapping her arms around his neck, Simon picked her up and set her down on the bed next to Neil's bed. He gave her a quiet smile. When he noticed scratches under her arms on her side, she slowly lifted her shirt to examine them. He then gently laid Jay down so that she could rest as the sunset. She had tossed and turned all night in her drunken sleep. She had a lot of things she wanted to do and try, but because of someone else's decisions, her life was now meaningless.

She kept wondering what she could have done differently to turn this situation around. She wondered how someone could be so cruel as to create this hell as she wiped tears from her cheeks and gazed up at the moon outside the window.

Because she hadn't slept last night, her eyes felt heavy. When a lightbulb suddenly switched off in her head, her brain was about to give up and hit the pillow.

She sighed and stumbled down the hallway to the bathroom after getting out of bed. Her hands were trembling, and she was unable to control the recurrent tears. How was this possible to happen? She tried her best to calm down as she splashed some water on her face. Her cheeks had a thin line of mascara running down them. Although she didn't want to be seen crying over it, she was powerless to stop.

She went into the bathroom and began brushing her teeth. She still felt brokenhearted, and her hands were trembling. Except for the sound of her toothbrush against her teeth, the room was quiet. After expelling the toothpaste, she shut off the faucet. Suddenly, the door was tapped.

"Are you okay?" a man asked but it didn't seem familiar.

She inhaled deeply before opening the door. A lean, radiant face with piercing black eyes is revealed when the grey, straight hair is pulled back. He was watching her with his arms crossed over his chest. She shifted, unable to speak for her nervousness. She snatched a towel and dried her trembling face. He took his arms off his chest and moved closer to her.

"Where do you think you're going?"

He was standing over her now and she stepped back.

"I uh-" She took another step back, ducking her head.

She had to tilt her head back as he took another step in her direction. She attempted to lean away when his fingers touched her cheek.

"I-I don't think that's-" she said trembling. His hands cupped her face.

"You don't need to be afraid of me, I know you want me as much as I want you."

She was limited to shaking her head. She inhaled. He spoke in a soft tone. She looked at him with tear-filled eyes, desperately trying to look for a way to hide. She was unable to breathe as her thoughts invaded her brain and overcame her body. She tried to scream, but she was unable to do so, and tears continued streaming down her cheeks. Despite this, she could still hear him speaking softly to her. The stranger is pushed away by a hand that grabs him. To shield her from the outsider, Simon moves in front of her.

He notices Simon is holding the gun, and as he shoots the roof, an angry expression appears on his face. She flinches away from the stranger after he looks at her and places his hand on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry," he speaks with a soft voice and walks away. As Simon puts his arm around her waist and helps her leave the room, Simon places the gun in the bag.

"Are you ok?" She shook her head frantically because the tears were too much for her to handle. Jay firmly hugs him and buries her face in his chest. After gently patting her head and kissing her forehead, Simon picks her up. Before she gently tucks her face in his neck closing her eyes, she gives him a shy look.

With his back to Neil, Simon is seated on her bed. After waking up and glancing at her, Neil tumbles out of bed onto his back. Simon extends a hand to Neil while gently setting Jay down. He takes his hand as he stands up and turns to face Jay. Neil looks at Simon,

"You were the one holding her?" Simon nodded quietly and covered Neil's mouth to maintain silence. After taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes, Simon departs. He takes Neil by the arm.

"Wait! I've got more questions!" he yells at him. Simon taps his watch and writes with his finger on his hand,

"Job, maybe later".

Jay doesn't wake up until late in the afternoon, but Neil never leaves her side. He never finished any food or beverages. She didn't get a visit from Simon that day, but when she woke up, she heard a man screaming. It was a voice she recognised. The person from the restroom was there.

As soon as she stood up, she noticed Simon and Neil arguing with him. Simon sees her and approaches her, urging her to enter. Her eyes turn blue then Neil looks at her and screamed at Simon,

"Calm her down!" The moment he said that the guy punched Neil, knocking him to the ground. As Simon turns to face her and notices Jay's bright blue eyes, she looks the man in the eye. Uneasy, he makes a backwards step before falling to the ground. Simon runs and grabs the chalkboard and writes down,

"He has Dissociative identity disorder, who you met is called Scott, this is Max. He is easily startled." When she looked at it, her eyes started to fade before she passed out. She has dug her nails into her hands, and blood is dripping from them. Military personnel pick up Neil and take him to the mayor's office.

This house looks magnificent from the outside. Its exterior is decorated with Burgundy brick and was built with white cedar wood. There is enough light coming into the house through the large, triangular windows added in a fairly symmetrical pattern. The outside sign is brand-new, made of smooth wood painted in white. Simon picks up Jay, lays her gently in bed, and then looks down, concerned. He wraps her hands in a bandage that is as soft as a bunny's fur. After Neil is irritated by the alcohol on his head wound, Neil slowly awakens and notices Simon cleaning it.

Neil noticed an elderly man who appeared to be over sixty after Simon slowly helped Neil sit up. The apocalypse doesn't even appear to have touched him, and his outfit appears brand new.