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nothing on the infection. You are our last hope,” Zander took her hands.
She stared at him for a little. “I don’t remember anything. What’s with the dome, those things? What year it is? What’s the date? What-?”
“The dome was created in the 1900’s because of the Spanish flu… I think,” Zander interrupted her and then continued, “it acts like a barrier, I guess it was to keep those things out… or us in. The creators thought it take too long so they separated us in different domes. We are in New York. Pennsylvania – not far from us – is a half dome which doesn’t work and no one is in it because they had no time or something like the workers were killed or something. We were told those things came from outside the domes. The year is 2020 and the date is March 27. Anything else?”
“Why are you helping me? Why should I trust you?” Forres questioned.
Zander gave a shrug. “You don’t have to trust me. I don’t have to trust you. I just want to survive and I think you want to too.”
He was right. Forres didn’t want to die. She could’ve killed herself and let Zander take the case but too many people were dying. And if she was really the last hope, and if she didn’t do anything, their blood would be on her hands. She couldn’t live a second with knowing that. Forres took a deep breath before whispering, “What do you know about me?”
“I know you have an incurable disease. I never met you before but my father talked about you a lot,” Zander explained.
Forres nodded and decided to help this group of boys. Forres reached back and took off her odd star necklace. She knelt by the case in the bed. She put the piece of the Earth triangle in and twisted. The case popped. Forres opened the case and the screen was there like the other one. Words appeared on the screen: Inject yourself it read over and over. Forres rolled up her right arm sleeve and grabbed the needle. Her left arm shook as she tried to put the needle in her arm. Pain shot up her arm each inch she moved.
“Here,” Zander slowly took the needle from her hands. Once he found a vein in her arm, he entered the needle into it. When the substance was in her arm, she saw Dr. Greene popped up on the screen.
He smiled at them. “Hello, Zander, Forres,” He gave a small nod before asking, “How’s it going?”
“Fine,” Forres muttered. Zander got up from the bed and goes to the wall and leaned on it, still in view of the case.
“Good, next hint:”
The screen was filled with words: “Although I’m originally from France, I am now an ideal New Yorker, even though I am over hundred years old, I’ve only had work done on my face, once. Who am I?”
Doctor Greene’s face popped back on it. “Good luck and ‘may the odds be in your favor.’”
The screen went black. Forres’ face wrinkled in disgust. “Did he just quote something?”
“I think I know what it is,” Zander rubbed his chin.
“Same,” Forres agreed but on something else then Zander agreed on. “It’s on the tip of my tongue and I know it.”
“Same…Wait are you talking about the quote?” Zander scowled at her as she put on her necklace. She nodded.
“I know what it is,” Forres muttered to herself trying to remember.
Zander sighed before telling her, “ The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins,” He sounded annoyed with her. “Forres, you need to focus if we are going to make it out alive.”
“Maybe I don’t need your help!” Forres snapped.
He held his hand up in defense. “Fine. I’ll take my group of skilled boys and my knowledge. You take yourself, who isn’t skilled and has a forgotten mind.”
Before Forres could fire back, gun shot rang in the air. Zander was the first to act by running to the door. He swung it open while Forres had just stood. She knew, instantly, she would need Zander and his skills.
A zombie was by the door and turned when the door had opened. The zombie let out a growl and Zander kicked him in the
She stared at him for a little. “I don’t remember anything. What’s with the dome, those things? What year it is? What’s the date? What-?”
“The dome was created in the 1900’s because of the Spanish flu… I think,” Zander interrupted her and then continued, “it acts like a barrier, I guess it was to keep those things out… or us in. The creators thought it take too long so they separated us in different domes. We are in New York. Pennsylvania – not far from us – is a half dome which doesn’t work and no one is in it because they had no time or something like the workers were killed or something. We were told those things came from outside the domes. The year is 2020 and the date is March 27. Anything else?”
“Why are you helping me? Why should I trust you?” Forres questioned.
Zander gave a shrug. “You don’t have to trust me. I don’t have to trust you. I just want to survive and I think you want to too.”
He was right. Forres didn’t want to die. She could’ve killed herself and let Zander take the case but too many people were dying. And if she was really the last hope, and if she didn’t do anything, their blood would be on her hands. She couldn’t live a second with knowing that. Forres took a deep breath before whispering, “What do you know about me?”
“I know you have an incurable disease. I never met you before but my father talked about you a lot,” Zander explained.
Forres nodded and decided to help this group of boys. Forres reached back and took off her odd star necklace. She knelt by the case in the bed. She put the piece of the Earth triangle in and twisted. The case popped. Forres opened the case and the screen was there like the other one. Words appeared on the screen: Inject yourself it read over and over. Forres rolled up her right arm sleeve and grabbed the needle. Her left arm shook as she tried to put the needle in her arm. Pain shot up her arm each inch she moved.
“Here,” Zander slowly took the needle from her hands. Once he found a vein in her arm, he entered the needle into it. When the substance was in her arm, she saw Dr. Greene popped up on the screen.
He smiled at them. “Hello, Zander, Forres,” He gave a small nod before asking, “How’s it going?”
“Fine,” Forres muttered. Zander got up from the bed and goes to the wall and leaned on it, still in view of the case.
“Good, next hint:”
The screen was filled with words: “Although I’m originally from France, I am now an ideal New Yorker, even though I am over hundred years old, I’ve only had work done on my face, once. Who am I?”
Doctor Greene’s face popped back on it. “Good luck and ‘may the odds be in your favor.’”
The screen went black. Forres’ face wrinkled in disgust. “Did he just quote something?”
“I think I know what it is,” Zander rubbed his chin.
“Same,” Forres agreed but on something else then Zander agreed on. “It’s on the tip of my tongue and I know it.”
“Same…Wait are you talking about the quote?” Zander scowled at her as she put on her necklace. She nodded.
“I know what it is,” Forres muttered to herself trying to remember.
Zander sighed before telling her, “ The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins,” He sounded annoyed with her. “Forres, you need to focus if we are going to make it out alive.”
“Maybe I don’t need your help!” Forres snapped.
He held his hand up in defense. “Fine. I’ll take my group of skilled boys and my knowledge. You take yourself, who isn’t skilled and has a forgotten mind.”
Before Forres could fire back, gun shot rang in the air. Zander was the first to act by running to the door. He swung it open while Forres had just stood. She knew, instantly, she would need Zander and his skills.
A zombie was by the door and turned when the door had opened. The zombie let out a growl and Zander kicked him in the
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