He was a baled buff black guy wearing a white vest and a dark green bandolier that came across his chest. I could hear the loud rubber pounding against the ground as he stamps and the grains of stone that shot out under each of his black combat boots as he raced towards me. He looked like he was going to attack. My heartbeat rose and my body tensed up as I prepared to fight. This was my first encounter and I thought I would be happy to see another soul, but I didn't think for one second that the situation would turn hostile. Damn it. I have nothing on me. Had I considered this before I ventured out, I would not be so naked. Now I must go up against him with his full gear
''Hey!"
My grip tightened around the bottle head of the Fizz-Zola when he said that. I only drank a bit from it, so it was still a bit full and heavy. It would not do much damage, but I can swing it or through it at him and hopefully he drops down or drops something like a knife or a gun. Maybe I will aim for his eye, and I would have to kill him quick too. He looks like a well-trained and skillful fighter, so it would be pointless to fight him, hand to hand, unless to pick pocket one of his weapons. Thankfully he didn't attack me (yet). Instead, he slowed down and stopped in front of me. His eyes quickly searched me, he is probably looking for concealed weapons,
Then he looked at my face.
"I am Lieutenant L.L. Luthor of the Evac Camp Outpost. Are you from the crashed van?"
"Yes."(you were this close to being bobbed with this Fizz-Zola)
"Where is the rest of your team?"
"My team?" (what is he talking about?).
"Yes, from the van?"
"No. It is just me. I am alone."
He adjusted the web camara on his bandolier as to make sure it was recording me properly.
"What happened to the others?"
"I don't know what happened. I was not with them "
"What do you mean you were not with them? Are you not part of the delivery team?"
"No, I am not part of any delivery team"(Do I look like the postman?)
"Who are you then? State your position and rank"
I hesitated to answer as I don't know the answer to that question.
"I can't remember my name."
"Hmm maybe you hit your head during the crash and forgot but I need you to remember what happened since you woke up."
He does have a point maybe I knocked my head in that fall when that building crashed. He gazed at the Fizz-Zola in my right-hand gesturing with his eyes that he wanted to drink.
"What did you see? Were there any survivors "
"When I got to the crashed van, there was no nobody. No dead bodies, only boxes with food in them."(R.I.P snacks)
"But you told me you were from the van though?"
"I did crash but not with the people in the van I just found the van like that"(this guy)
"You are not making any sense. Where are you from?"
"I am from the city. I was in a building that crashed."
"Oh, so you are from the school then? "
"The school?"(I don't remember seeing a school up there and why someone would set up a school in that city? - it's not exactly a conducive learning environment)
He looked at his black digital watch on his left wrist. I was close enough to see that it was 06:21am.
"Yes. You know what, let's go to the bridge it is closer to walk and my medic will patch you up.
I'll will come back later for the van. "
I gave him the bottle of Fizz-Zola to have some of it and we started walking towards the broken bridge. I got lucky this time but then again there was really nothing in the van that I could have used. Maybe the stick of the vans gear box. Yes, or better yet I could have used the broken glass from the van, tore a piece of my clothing and wrapped it around it so as to not hurt myself as I jab at his neck and gut.
As we walked onward, he asked me different questions along the way like where I got the Fizz-Zola from. After that he told me that he is the leader of a team, and they were on a mission. As we got closer to the broken bridge, I saw that it used to be a nice white modern designed bridge. It rested on the river to my right side and the right side of the road. It was a T-junction on this side of the river and on the other side it uses to connect to a road that disappears behind the forest tree line.
We arrived at the broken bridge hours later. He led me to the left side of the road towards the T-junction. There was a dirt road that formed on the right side of the road and then slithered under the bridge. Was there a bridge build under a bridge? why does it seem that it used to have a road that travels under it? The answer to this was that it had seen better days. When we came to an angle that allowed us to see from above, how the dirt road went under the road and secretly connect to the bridge. At the entrance we saw a woman standing by two vehicles with a gun. She was guarding. When she saw us, she slowly walked toward us and said with an Indian accent that seems to come and go.
"You're back? That was quick?
"I'm just dropping off. Why are you outside, I thought Doc had you strapped down. You good?"
I thought to myself ("strapped down." what the hell?)
"Yea. Doc tested me, I'm clean. Turns out it was just a scratch and since you left, I got bored with those two, so I figured I'd come out here and guard. Hopefully get some action, if you know what I mean. That and I wanted to get far away from the needles. Sup, who are you?"
"Sup, I can't remember my name. I think I hurt my head in the crash. Your lieutenant thinks your medic can help me and you are?"
"I am Ahana Nitara, but the team calls me A-Gunner."
From what I can tell she was an Indian female with a tough personality. On the one halve of her head (the left side) it is platted forward and has flower formations plus the ends form a long fringe that rest on her breast. The fringe and the ends of the remaining plats form part of a comb over that shortens as it flows over and covers a scar on the right side of her head. She wore an indigo mandala that fades into a magenta color black crop top that reveals her belly button piercing. She is covered with a one size larger than her normal size camo jacked and normal size dark blue ripped denim jeans with dark brown boot takkies. She looks 22 or so.
"Yep, Ahana here is the team's artillery. She is our fire power. When things get tough you want to have her in your team."
She smiles and looks down quick like she wanted to hide it (wait was she blushing?). She then rolled her head to the right side and her fringe slide to the right of her breasts. She then looks at me and spoke.
"Yea, I am the one that does the most damage in the team."
After Luthor checks his watch, he turned his head to me and spoke.
"All right. Let's go inside and get you fixed up."
The dark entrance hidden under the T-junction bridge had a cold and ominous ambiance about it. Like something bad happened here and I felt like, if I go inside, whatever happened behind those metal doors with scratches on the outside will come back for all those who dare step foot inside. So many Questions went through my mind. Was the medic that Lieutenant. L. L. Luthor and this Doc that Ahana mentioned the same person? And if so, were they conducting freaky experiments on people. Was I going to be their latest victim? Or is something else going on? It doesn't make sense though. Shouldn't the scratches be on the inside and not on the outside? Like they were trying to keep something out. I don't know how deep this entrance will take me. For all I know it could go way deep into the ground where no one can hear me scream for help as they torture me. Not like anyone would come and help, there is no one around for miles and miles. Just me and them. the perfect dungeon lab for these psychos.
Opening the door, I saw a passage with some broken doors and flickering neon lights (one of them dangling from the ceiling). It was a short tunnel that went straight under the road and to the bridge. I felt uneased walking past each of the doors with the flickering lights above me, which didn't brighten the mood of this place. I can only imagine the horrors behind each door. There are probably skeletons of tortured victims who died from screaming their lungs out from the pain and for help or worst. They are still alive and chained to the wall in each dark room. Too tire to call for help or warn me as they hear my naive voice and see, under the door, my footsteps walk by toward my pending doom (gasping saying you are doomed!).
On the other end of the passage there was a doorway that separated the room from the passage. There we found two people working at opposite sides of the room. One of them noticed us and came towards us.
"Hey Luthor, I found the other recordings and the ... oh hi, sorry. I didn't see you there. I'm Azalea Van de Kloof, and you are?"
She was a colored female. Looked like she was 20 with a pulled back ponytailed hair style that has a twisted tail and wore shocking color pink lip gloss. She wore a light green turtleneck adorned with a neckless that had a Tigers eye stone in-between four Sugulite stones. She also wore a beige cargo pants with black boots. She extended her hand to greet, and we shook hands.
"Um I can't remember my name...or much about myself. I hurt my head in a crash."(Are you the crazy doctor? hmm you don't look like the type but then again, I will be surprised)
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."
"Azalea is our technician. She does all that fancy tech stuff."
"Yes, to elaborate on what Luthor said, I create detailed representations on building layouts and geography based off the data I collect out in the field."
"Wow that does sound complicated "(oh so you take them out in the field then the others kill them, and you make what?... like Picasso with the parts? oh, ok I get it)
"You said you have something for me Azalea?"
"Yes, I found the rest of the recordings and data that was capture by BT. I am almost done constructing figures with their research. We will be able to navigate our way through the city even with those falling buildings."
"Good, I will take a look at that now. In the meantime,"
He then turns to look at me.
"...Doc is over there. He will patch you up."
Dread fell upon me when he said that, and I turned to face my killer. He was a colored male with dark brown hair and had a neat fade hair style. He wore a snow camo coat and black denim jeans with black sneaker on his feet. He looks like he is in his thirties and looked at me with cold eyes. He had a syringe in his left hand (Doctor Death).