Seven Days_A Post-Apocalyptic Novel by G. Michael Hopf

Author:G. Michael Hopf [Hopf, G. Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-06-12T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIVE

ONE MILE SOUTH OF SANTA ROSA, NEW MEXICO

Sleeping was near impossible for Reid though he did manage to get some. When he woke, he found himself still staring at the kitten poster, and his arms and legs were still bound to the table. The urge to urinate was intense, so much that he feared he would wet himself. “Hey!”

Silence.

“Hey, is anyone there?” he called out. Again he struggled with the bindings but found them impossible to get free from. “Hey, I need to piss.”

Footfalls sounded in the hall outside.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard them.

The footfalls stopped at the door, but that was it. Whoever it was didn’t come into the room.

“Hey, I know you’re there. I need to use the bathroom,” Reid barked.

The footfalls continued on.

“No, come back and let me use the bathroom. Show some damn humanity,” Reid hollered. His anger welled up inside. Using every ounce of strength, he pulled both his arms up. The veins in his neck, arms and forehead popped as he strained to pull loose. “C’mon, damn it,” he growled as he pulled.

Pop, ping.

The restraint on his right wrist broke free.

Reid quickly went to work unbuckling his left wrist then his feet. Free of the restraints, he jumped off the table, turned, and found himself face-to-face with the muzzle of a pistol.

“You’re not a patient man, are you?” Hillary smirked.

“I need to see my daughter,” Reid exclaimed.

The two squared off, neither saying a word for what seemed like an eternity.

She flinched first and lowered the pistol. “I need you to trust that I’m helping your daughter.”

“Can I see her?”

She stepped out of the way and motioned with her hand to the doorway. “She’s at the end of the hallway.”

He pushed past her and raced down the dimly lit hallway. At the end he found a single closed door. He opened it, and there, lying comfortably in a bed, was Hannah.

She opened her eyes, which were still bloody, and said, “Daddy.”

He raced to her side and embraced her. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. The woman has been nice. She gave me an IV and a pill yesterday and one today,” Hannah said.

On a nightstand next to Hannah’s bed sat a cup of water, a syringe, alcohol pads, bandages, and a pair of curved surgical scissors. He snatched them up quickly and placed them in his pocket.

Hillary suddenly appeared in the doorway. “She should start showing signs of improvement soon.”

“What did you give her?” Reid asked.

“It’s best you let her rest; that will give us time to talk,” Hillary said, her pistol tucked in her waistband.

Reid caressed Hannah’s arm and asked, “Will you be okay?”

“I’m fine,” she replied. “Tired, I feel real tired.”

Reid turned to Hillary. “Is she tired from the virus or what you gave her?”

“That is a symptom of the virus. She’s also developed the stomach rash,” Hillary said.

He pulled back the sheet and lifted her shirt. There on her belly were the signature small red blisters.

“Mr. Flynn, come, it’s best we let her go back to sleep,” Hillary said.

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