Compound 26 by Krista Street

Author:Krista Street [Street, Krista]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-02-08T05:00:00+00:00

15 – VISITOR

During the next week, my spirits fell more and more each day. Davin didn’t talk to me. At all. Every day it was the same. Cold stares, icy indifference, and looks of contempt. Granted it was only week one, but I’d made zero progress.

The only thing I’d accomplished was that Davin seemed to expect me in the mornings. Consequently, he made a point to keep his back to the watch room the entire time I was there.

In other words, my grand almighty plan was, in reality, a complete and total disaster.

It was well past nine in the evening on Friday night as I walked to my car. I was alone since Amy had left, complaining of too many late nights and needing a break. Charlie and Mitch had cleared out too. But not me.

I couldn’t leave the lab when everyone else did, not even when my stomach cramped in pain from lack of food or my eyelids hung heavy. The Kazzies were still imprisoned and experimented on. That needed to stop, and the only way that would happen was if we discovered a vaccine.

And I’d made a promise to myself. The only reason I’d continued my position at the Compound was to vigorously work toward achieving that goal. Without that anchor grounding me in my purpose, I was merely a complacent bystander – supporting the atrocities that were committed in these walls.

That wasn’t a position I was willing to support.

ON SATURDAY MORNING, I woke early and spread the dozens and dozens of articles I’d accumulated on PTSD on my living room floor and got back to work. I needed to learn more. If I was going to break through to Davin, I needed to better learn how to communicate and heal victims of traumatic events. It was my only hope.

Jeremy made an appearance mid-morning. As always, his presence eased my anxiety and allowed me to continue working despite the fear of failure looming. When he left, I felt more grounded. More sure of myself.

I can do this!

A heavy psychology text was propped against my knees as I leaned against the couch when a knock sounded on my door. At first, I kept working, thinking I’d imagined it, but then the knock came again.

Pushing to a stand, I cautiously padded to the door. While crime was low, there was still the rare story about someone being assaulted during a home robbery. Usually, it was teenagers in a tiff with each other or someone looking for alcohol. Still, it was enough for me to pause at the door and peer through the peephole.

Amy’s distorted image stared back.

I pulled the door open. A rush of air flowed across my cheeks. “Amy?”

She waved. “Hi.”

“Is everything okay?”

She stepped into my cramped entryway and placed her hands on her hips. “Yes, sorry, it’s nothing like that. I just wanted to talk to you.”

I ran a hand through my hair. “Um… sure. Come in.”

Amy didn’t make any move to further enter my apartment. Instead, she studied me, a curious gleam in her eyes.

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