I woke up again being rushed through another city street by Will, with Sarah and Audrey leading the way. This city was supposed to be a marble white, reflecting the Sun’s rays in that way which would lighten peoples days and make them two-step to work everyday. Instead, it was much like the st city. A pce covered in dust, grime, and horribly enough, more bodies. This city had far less human excreta than the st, instead being choked with smog and thousands of rats, fleas, pigeons, and other horrible animals that kicked up dust and ruined everything for everyone. I also saw a trail of blood on the ground, which followed me and me only. I was about to ask where it came from when I felt a sharp pain in my hand, and I remembered that I had bitten my finger off. I decided that I should speak, just so they would not be so worried about me anymore.

  “Where are we going?”

  “Hospital.”

  “For my finger?”

  “Yes.”

  We kept on running through the dust and smoke, and Will kept my hand covered with his own. He had hoped it would prevent the spread of disease into the wound, but more than likely it would not have helped whatsoever. Eventually, after what seemed like a day of running, we ran into the emergency room, and Will held up my finger as nurses came rushing to us. They pulled me onto a gurney, and Will quickly expined something to the nurses as they rushed me away. They immediately started giving me a blood transfusion. I wondered to myself if they should really be using this on me, because there was so little O- blood in the world, and as they wheeled me into a stone room with mismatched colors dotted on the wall, I tried to ask, but they instead strapped me to the gurney. I started screaming and trying to break free, and the nurses' faces started to turn into those monsters from before. They yelled into me as they rushed around, getting various medical implements and stabbing them into me as I screamed for them to stop. I tried to pull at the straps holding me down, but they would not budge. I just wanted them to go away, that was all. They wouldn’t leave me alone.

  They injected something into me via a needle syringe, and I shouted that they were trying to kill me, that they were trying to rape me and I knew it, I knew that they would rape me before they cut my body open. I asked them if they would feast on my body parts as I was in my death throes. I shouted, I wriggled, and eventually I stopped thinking.