Hannah’s stomach rolled with nausea at the sight of so many
dead bodies.
Tyler, his face pale and sick looking, was carrying Alison
towards the front door. Mannie, covered in blood and ash, was lifting Frank
over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. Frank hung limply and Hannah looked at
Will, the question evident in her eyes.
“No, honey. I’m sorry. He didn’t make it.” She dropped
her head to his shoulder and started crying weakly.
“Close your eyes.” He whispered as he carried her towards the
front door. She did as he instructed, keeping her eyes tightly closed as he
walked through the bar. He walked out the front door, and she shivered when
the cool air hit her bare skin.
He climbed into the van without letting her go, and she felt
him settle into a seat as he shifted her on his lap. The others climbed in
after them, and Mannie started the van as sirens were heard in the distance.
“What the fuck was that, Will?” Hannah could hear the panic
in Mannie’s voice. “There were too many of them to be a coincidence.”
“Get us home, Mannie.” Will murmured. “As fast as you
can.”
The van began to move and Hannah curled her body into Will’s.
He rubbed her back soothingly and she let herself drift into the darkness.
Chapter 9
Hannah groaned and opened her eyes. She stared blearily at
the unfamiliar ceiling before rubbing her eyes with her fists. With a sudden
rush, she remembered everything that had happened and she sat up straight in
the bed, her hand rising to her throat.
“Will!” She gasped.
“You’re okay, Hannah. Lay back down.”
She looked at Barb, who was sitting beside her on the bed.
“Will.” She repeated herself. “Is he okay?”
“He’s fine.” Barb soothed. She pushed gently at Hannah’s
shoulder. “Lie back please.”
Hannah collapsed back on the bed as Barb felt her forehead
and then peeled back the bandage on her neck. She made a soft tutting noise
under her breath, and carefully removed the tape before dabbing antiseptic on
the wounds.
“Where am I?” Hannah’s voice was hoarse and Barb handed her
a glass of water. She lifted her head and took careful sips as she glanced
around the room.
It was a large bachelor’s suite. One section of the room
was obviously the living area with a small couch facing a wall that had a gas fireplace
and a TV mounted on the wall above it. Bookshelves, crammed with books,
flanked the fireplace, and there was an oversized easy chair to the left of the
couch.
The bed she was lying in was nestled in a small nook in the
wall. To her left were two doors. She could just see the bathroom sink and
shower through the open door of the one closest to the bed.
There was a tiny kitchen, equipped with smaller-than-average
appliances, and a short granite counter top with bright white cabinets above
and below the counter. There was a narrow eating bar, its surface covered in
matching granite, with two black leather stools tucked neatly under it.
“You’re in Will’s living quarters.” Barb said solemnly.
“He brought you up here and insisted we keep you here.”
“The others?” Hannah whispered, almost afraid to know.
Barb sighed again. “Frank is dead. They drained him before
Mannie and Will could save him. Jeremy is fine, as is Tyler. Selena lost a
lot of blood but she’s recovering nicely. Alison is – she was drained nearly empty
and she’s in a coma. We’re not sure if she’s going to survive or not.”
Hannah could see tears in Barb’s eyes, and she reached out
and squeezed her hand. Barb squeezed back and then smiled at her. “You’ll be
okay too. A day or two of rest, and you’ll be back to normal.”
She took the now-empty glass from Hannah and set it on the
small bedside table. “Do you want something to eat? I can bring you something
from the kitchen, or I can make you something here. The instructors all
dead bodies.
Tyler, his face pale and sick looking, was carrying Alison
towards the front door. Mannie, covered in blood and ash, was lifting Frank
over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. Frank hung limply and Hannah looked at
Will, the question evident in her eyes.
“No, honey. I’m sorry. He didn’t make it.” She dropped
her head to his shoulder and started crying weakly.
“Close your eyes.” He whispered as he carried her towards the
front door. She did as he instructed, keeping her eyes tightly closed as he
walked through the bar. He walked out the front door, and she shivered when
the cool air hit her bare skin.
He climbed into the van without letting her go, and she felt
him settle into a seat as he shifted her on his lap. The others climbed in
after them, and Mannie started the van as sirens were heard in the distance.
“What the fuck was that, Will?” Hannah could hear the panic
in Mannie’s voice. “There were too many of them to be a coincidence.”
“Get us home, Mannie.” Will murmured. “As fast as you
can.”
The van began to move and Hannah curled her body into Will’s.
He rubbed her back soothingly and she let herself drift into the darkness.
Chapter 9
Hannah groaned and opened her eyes. She stared blearily at
the unfamiliar ceiling before rubbing her eyes with her fists. With a sudden
rush, she remembered everything that had happened and she sat up straight in
the bed, her hand rising to her throat.
“Will!” She gasped.
“You’re okay, Hannah. Lay back down.”
She looked at Barb, who was sitting beside her on the bed.
“Will.” She repeated herself. “Is he okay?”
“He’s fine.” Barb soothed. She pushed gently at Hannah’s
shoulder. “Lie back please.”
Hannah collapsed back on the bed as Barb felt her forehead
and then peeled back the bandage on her neck. She made a soft tutting noise
under her breath, and carefully removed the tape before dabbing antiseptic on
the wounds.
“Where am I?” Hannah’s voice was hoarse and Barb handed her
a glass of water. She lifted her head and took careful sips as she glanced
around the room.
It was a large bachelor’s suite. One section of the room
was obviously the living area with a small couch facing a wall that had a gas fireplace
and a TV mounted on the wall above it. Bookshelves, crammed with books,
flanked the fireplace, and there was an oversized easy chair to the left of the
couch.
The bed she was lying in was nestled in a small nook in the
wall. To her left were two doors. She could just see the bathroom sink and
shower through the open door of the one closest to the bed.
There was a tiny kitchen, equipped with smaller-than-average
appliances, and a short granite counter top with bright white cabinets above
and below the counter. There was a narrow eating bar, its surface covered in
matching granite, with two black leather stools tucked neatly under it.
“You’re in Will’s living quarters.” Barb said solemnly.
“He brought you up here and insisted we keep you here.”
“The others?” Hannah whispered, almost afraid to know.
Barb sighed again. “Frank is dead. They drained him before
Mannie and Will could save him. Jeremy is fine, as is Tyler. Selena lost a
lot of blood but she’s recovering nicely. Alison is – she was drained nearly empty
and she’s in a coma. We’re not sure if she’s going to survive or not.”
Hannah could see tears in Barb’s eyes, and she reached out
and squeezed her hand. Barb squeezed back and then smiled at her. “You’ll be
okay too. A day or two of rest, and you’ll be back to normal.”
She took the now-empty glass from Hannah and set it on the
small bedside table. “Do you want something to eat? I can bring you something
from the kitchen, or I can make you something here. The instructors all
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