"It's about time we get back into the real world." Jackson pulled the long, puke green curtains open to reveal the painful sunlight.
I laid, head in the centre of the thin, white pillow. Rolling to sit up on the edge of the bed, I stretched out my back.
"Finally. I felt like I was getting worse because of this place. What the hell is with all the green? It's disgusting. Plus, don't get me started on the pillow. Man, that was a pain to lay on." I tied my trainers into a double knot and slipped on my coat at the end of the bed.
"Come on then Jackson, lets go." I said, standing at the door. After getting no response I looked over to see him pressing his hand against the window.
"Are you alright? Maybe you need more rest. You did walk miles with me after all." I walked over to him, angling my head so I could see his face.
"No. I've gotten plenty of rest in 2 weeks. We gotta keep moving. Find some things." Clenching his shirt, he struggled speaking.
"Jackson. You can't go out like this. Stay with the doctor, rest. When you're better we can leave." I raised my arm to his shoulder to help him stand but his hand pushed it away.
"We don't have time to be resting, Emmi. This is life or death. If we don't go out today then we can be missing out on a whole lot of loot." I rolled my eyes and placed my hand around his waist and ushered him onto a chair.
"Fuck loot. If you ask me, you're way better then loot. If we run out of food, I'll just eat you. Easier than looking for 'a whole lot of loot'" I imitated him, laughing. A smile showed up on his pale face.
"Oh fine. I'll go out. But you," I walk towards the door and stopped.
"You're staying here." I pointed at him, smiling and opened the door.
"It's rude to point." I heard him chuckle as I shut it closed.
"Melissa! Where's, ah. Um." The Russian doctor called out to me. I giggled at his accent, let alone the fact he didn't know how to pronounce Jackson's name.
"Jackson? Is it alright if he stays for..well. He's not doing really well, if you could check on him?" I said, pleadingly. His mouth formation changed into the letter 'o' and back to normal as he inhaled.
"Well, yes. Ok. You two, take long as you want. I see him now." He gave me a reassuring smile as he walked passed me and into see Jackson.
"Emmi. Will you be returning here later on?" Rian, Jackson's and my aunt, rushed towards me.
"Yeah. To stay over night, until Jackson's in better condition." She held a note board in her hand and rested it on the reception desk next to us.
"I'll tell the security. They have your pictures. If somehow you can't get in, ask to call me down. They'll do that if I'm not in an urgent matter." Unlike the rest of the workers here at St Thomas' hospital, Rian wore a uniform and had the keys to every locked doors, cabinets and cupboards. Of course she was busy.
She gathered trained doctors and nurses to come work in St Thomas' Hospital and even finds people coming by foot from different countries. It's one of the few hospitals still open in big ol'London.
"Say, I'll walk you down. Could use a little company stuck in this building. But you gotta do what you gotta do." We walked down the narrow hallway and towards the stairs.
"Wait, was there nothing important on that note board?" I asked, looking up at her, concerned.
"Nah. I carry it around to look cooler. Not that I am cool." She pulled a face and smiled.
"Oh, how relatable." We both laughed, walking down the steps at our own pace. After a few sets of stairs of silence she began to explain what she had planned.
"There's actually an office, a group of males have turned it into a training centre. Maybe 5 miles from here. They're taking in people who needs to train, to learn to fight."
"Fight what?" I stared at her, confused. What is their to fight in this world anymore? We don't kill one another, we help each other through with it. Whatever is their to fight with? Unless..
"The Black Smoke."
"What? How is that possible? It's just smoke, we can't fight it!" I came to a hault.
"Melissa. There's things that you don't know about the Black Smoke. Things we all should know." I raised my hands up in the air.
"Then why don't we know! What is it? you have to tell me." Running my hands through my black hair, nervous. Sighing, she looked around the steps.
"The Black Smoke. You know that it's not one singular thing, right? They're thousands of them. Well, well they are..how can I put this. Human but not too." She whispered quickly.
"WHAT?! They are not one of US! They're DEMONS!" I protested, shaking my head. Hushing me, Rian explained.
"The office 5 miles away? They've seen things go down. That's why their training everyone. To fight them."
"Have you seen them?"
"No, not exactly."
"Then how could you believe them?!" I turned to face the wall and laid my head against it in confusion.
"We are our only allies in this world, Emmi! We have to trust each other, we all are in this together! We have to listen to them, before there's nothing left of us."
"Then that's my next stop. They have some explaining to do." I sped down the steps until I was stopped. Pulling me back by my shoulder was Rian.
"Wait, you're going by yourself? It's not safe stepping out into the world let alone by yourself. Please, at least go with someone." I shook my head.
"Blake!" I continued walking down the stairs as she followed me. "He'll go with you." Speed walking to the exit of the hospital I rolled my eyes.
"Are you CRAZY?! Blake's a fucking prick." The cold air hit me as soon I took a step out of the hospital building.
"Nice to know." With his back against the wall, one leg up, was Blake. Exhaling from his cigarette, walking towards me.
"Get that out your mouth." Rian said from behind me. Not looking away from me, he dropped the cig and kicked it away. His tall body over looked mine.
"Blake. Grab your things, you're going to lead Emmi to your dad's place." We both turned our heads to face Rian.
"Are you being serious?"
"Get it over with you two! I'll see you both in a couple of days." With that, she turned around and the guards closed the doors.
"Don't look at me like that, I don't want to go with you." I rolled my eyes and walked through the car park.
"Then don't come with me. You don't have to listen to her." The car park was almost empty. I guess when it all hit, everyone tried to runaway.
"I owe everything to Rian. This is the least I could possibly do." He chased up to me and walked by my side.
"Well for at least today, try not to be an arrogant dick." I slid between the pay booth and a wall as Blake followed my lead.
"People change, Emmi. I'm not the 16 year old douche you knew, ok?"
"What are you then? The 18 year old douche I now, unfortunately, know? Plus, don't call me Emmi." I looked around the corner to see if they were any Black Smokes.
"It's this way," I was interrupted by Blake walking across the street.
"Thank you," I said as I came to the pavement.
"You're welcome. And come on. God sakes why can't you let it go. It was 2 years ago Emmi." I chuckled.
"Don't remind me. It's not something anyone can let go. What you did was a fucking crime, Blake. I can't let it go. And what did I say. Don't. Call. Me. Emmi." I'm not exactly in a good mood to be playing besties with Blake. Something might've happened a long time ago but a girl never forgets. Even if it seems like she's fine with it.
"Just forget about it. We have a couple of days together so don't make it any worse than it would be." Throwing his hands up in the air, he sighed, walking in front of me.
Back in 2012 I had a friend named Eliza. We were, inseparable. Whenever we were, we would always find away to connect with each other. Via text messages, Facebook, Twitter. Heck, even email if we had to.
We've known each other since we were both 5 years old. She was my sister from another mister. She knew everything about me, even the things I didn't know about myself.
One day she was on her way home from a week long trip to Essex with her big brother. I remember texting her. We were both so excited to see each other as soon as she got back.
Her connection kept coming and going, so I only got replies after a few minutes. She kept texting me about her little nephew, even sent some pictures. He was just like any cute, small human. Yet she loved him like crazy.
After half an hour with no replies from her, I figured she got home and went straight to bed. So I left her to rest, till I woke up the next day. I've gotten nothing from her, so I texted first. After a whole day, I started coming up with scenarios as to why she hadn't got back to me. But I was to see her on the first day back to school the next day.
That's when we all heard the news from our Home Team teachers own mouth.
On the 11th of September 2012, Eliza was a victim of an underage and drunk driving car crash. In which she died on the way to the hospital.