This Is How We End It

Chapter Nineteen

Pain radiated, he thought. It felt like it hurt all over, but the pain waves tripped over other pain waves. He was dehydrated. He hadn't drank an essential amount of water, due to the fact that he'd been running, along with all the sweat. There wasn't a chance to drink any water after the CDC, either. It'd all been left inside of the CDC. As he came through, he could feel he was in a vehicle. He was too weak to even move. It hurt too much. He hated the thought of being this weak; he knew he wasn't. He didn't open his eyes, he just listened. He could hear the voices of the two men in the front seat.

"Couldn't get much info off of him." The man that found Anthony said.

There was a small silence. 

"What did you get though?" The other man asked.

Another small silence as the car drove. It made a low humming noise as it drove.

"He passed out pretty quickly. We'll question him soon. Give him time." The familiar man said, as Anthony could tell he was driving. 

There was a longer pause. Longer than the other ones.

"Hey.. look. I'm sorry about your daughter." The unfamiliar man said quietly.

Another pause.

"Don't." The man said in a slightly deeper voice, as Anthony noticed it was a tender subject. He must've lost his daughter, he thought. 

He felt the urge to sleep. He needed sleep, as he didn't get much, one night in the CDC. He needed to rest, as he hadn't in a long time. He closed his eyes, and fell asleep rather quickly. In his sleep, he had a dream. He couldn't remember it, but it had his family in it. Now, he remembered it. It was the time when he'd broken his ankle during football. However, in this dream, he blinked as he was on the ground, in immense pain. He opened his eyes to see a cloud of smoke. He looked in the distance to see walkers swarming toward him. He quickly tried to crawl, but his ankle wouldn't stand for it. He groaned in pain as the walkers came closer. Closer, and closer. Soon enough, the walkers began to kneel down, and bite his leg. He yelped in pain as he quickly woke up, to see a woman tugging at his legs, dragging him out of the truck. It was night, by now. He quickly moved his legs, causing a surge of pain to shoot through his body. His spit was thick in his mouth as he swallowed, trying to dull the pain of his body. The woman quickly let go.

"Please. I'm just trying to help." She said with clear words. 

The woman was African American, wearing clean clothing. She gave a concerned look as she stopped. Anthony quickly nodded at her words and let her pull. He then stepped out of the truck, as his legs burned with pain. He felt the woman's hand touch his shoulder, trying to help him. He quickly pushed away, falling to the ground as his legs gave way. The woman looked over her shoulder.

"Phillip. Martinez, help me carry him inside." She said calmly. 

The man who rescued Anthony, along with the man that was in the truck walked over, picking him up with ease. They carried him into a building and laid him on a small bed inside. It'd been a while since Anthony got to lay on an actual bed. He got comfortable, shifting a bit as he looked up at the two men who were looking at him. The woman stepped into the room, wearing gloves. She then put her hair up into a bun, looking at Anthony.

"Young man, I'm going to need your name." She stated as she finished fixing her hair.

Anthony looked over to her as she walked over. 

"Anthony." He managed to say weakly.

She smiled a bit and walked over to a small box. She grabbed a small bag, and began to put something in it -- ice. Anthony rose an eyebrow as he soon realized something; this place had electricity.