Becoming: Part 3-A long Walk
Hello everyone :) Sorry about the recent gap in writing. School is being ridiculously difficult right now :) Anyway, just wanted to say that I would reall appreciate it if you could comment on this :) it's just hard to write something and have very few people respond back to it... Anyway, thank you to those who have been commenting and here is part 3 of the story :D enjoy!
Becoming: Part 3-A long walk
Hours past. Alex witnessed the sun rise. He watched it advance towards its pinnacle and felt the temperature rise. There was nothing to do on this road, except walk. The road seemed to be endless, it stretched on mile after mile and disappeared beyond the horizon. He sighed. It killed him that he had all this time, time that could be used for contemplating his life, but he couldn't remember a single detail before waking up in the mysterious building. After a long while of focusing on the road ahead of him, Alex remembered that he had taken a paper off of the desk that was beside his bed in the burning building. For a moment, his eyes sparkled with what only could be described as a brief, fluttering feeling of hope. He was stuck in a world that he didn't know. He was lost, hungry, parched, and was most likely going to die before he reached any sign of civilization; but he had a possible clue as to where he came from, and what had happened.
Excitedly, Alex tore open his pocket and pulled out the paper. And hurriedly unfolded it. At the top of the paper, was his name, his full name: Alex Ranid. Above that, in the top left corner of the page was a picture of him. He was chained up in the bed and his eyes were closed. His skin was pale, his hair was frayed and looked as if it hasn't been washed in weeks. There were multiple signs of deep gashes and cuts spread over his body. They looked slightly healed, but he could tell that they were relatively new. Below his name, there was a small paragraph that seemed to contain some details about how he had gotten to that building.
The paper read " Alex Ranid, found July 2nd, 2013. Apparent state: unconscious. 'We found him in a car wreck on the side of a road in Southern Colorado. There were other passengers in the car with him, presumably his parents, both deceased." Alex stopped reading. He stopped walking. His parents were dead. Even though he didn't remember them, he felt as though he was alone in the world. They might have been his only family. Now, he had no one, knew no one, and felt as if he was no one. He resumed walking, after all, what else could he do? He wasn't going to sit there and wither away. He pushed his fears away, looked at the paper again and began to read again. He knew that he wasn't going to like what he read, but he needed to know what had happened.
"The kid was barely breathing and had a weak pulse. We took him with us back to base." Beside the description, the paper read "Recommended?" and there was a small check mark beside it. Not much was left on the paper other than some small, scribbled sentences. They were hardly legible, but as Alex had nothing else to do, he studied them intently. They seemed to be describing his recovery. Although they were difficult to differentiate, Alex was able to see that the paragraphs were dated two weeks apart from each other. The earliest one had been dated June 21st, 2013. He then looked at the entry that was dated the latest. August 15th and it been at least five days since Alex had seen the nurse write a report on him! He had been in that building for over a month and a half! At this point the sun was beginning to make its way down to the horizon and Alex knew that he wouldn't be able to read the paper in the night. Keeping this in mind, he rapidly deciphered the poor excuse for writing that possibly held the key to what had happened to him. Most of the reports were about his condition, which was apparently critical. However, as he neared the end of the list of reports, Alex noticed that they had become stranger. Some of them mentioned tests and injections while others remained focused on his well-being. At last, Alex finished the last report and unglued his eyes from the paper. Only then did he realize how dark it had become. The sun had set long ago and from the position of the moon, Alex guessed that it was around eleven P.M.
He briefly wondered how he had managed to read the paper this far into the night with no additional light to help him; but in an instant he was overcome by hunger. It felt as if he had been hit head-on by a massive shockwave. He fell down and instinctively curled around his stomach. He hadn't realized how long it had been since he had last eaten. The pain in his stomach compelled him to lie down on the side of the road and rest, yet it also reminded him that death on this road was very possible and that he needed to get to shelter as soon as he could. Grunting, Alex got to his feet and continued to walk, all the while clutching his stomach. He needed to distract himself, to focus on something other than the pain. He started to count his steps. It seemed simple enough, and it helped him Get through the night.1,2,3,4,5.....
By step 16,746, Alex was in front of a small town. He looked at it for a minute and fell down. His legs just gave out. He yelled, shocked from the sudden pull of gravity, grunted as he hit his head on the cement and once again, blacked out.