Chapter 8: Chapter 08: Prisoner

The chief and his three policemen had their guns on me...

"Do you want to shoot me, or just point your weapons at me?" I ask them after no one has shot me yet.

"Normally, I should shoot you. You put anyone in danger here.

"But?"

"But we have doctors here who need to study people like you," the chief says, then turns to his men and tells them in German that they should bring me to the cells.

Nice, who didn't want to end up as a guinea pig and then become an infected...

Since I was still cuffed, they grabbed my arms and dragged me away toward the police station.

"Jake!!!" I could hear Shana somewhere behind me, but they had already brought me inside and then down the stairs, so I could see her.

We entered a hallway with over ten prison cells lined up. I would guess that these were for drunkards and people who had been arrested for riots, etc. and now bitten people.

Some of them had even people inside. They brought me to a prison cell with two people inside and one policeman said, "We will take your cuffs off. Don't resist and don't do anything stupid afterwards."

I nodded and they took off the cuffs and another gave me some fresh black clothes, a cloth to wipe me off and some bandages. Then they pointed the guns at the inmates and opened the door, to let me in.

The cell door closed behind me, and I looked around. There was an old guy with a bandage around his ankle, who wiped like some crazy person. A thirty-year-old man who had a bandage around his hand and biker clothes, who stared at me.

Apparently, both of them have been bitten and since the wounds don't seem to be severe, they are probably in the same situation as I am.

The thirty-year-old stands up holding his wounded hand and walks to the cell door, then yells at the departing policemen, "Ja bringt ruhig mehr gebissen her! Was kann schon passieren? Und lasst mich endlich hier raus ihr arschlöcher, ich sagte doch das mich mein Hund gebissen hat!"

He even hit the cell door a few times for dramatic effect. I couldn't understand all, but he is basically not happy about other bitten people and something about that a dog bit him.

As I had not seen his wound and did not care about him enough, I went to the bathroom section of this cell, which consisted of a toilet and a sink.

Then I started to take off my clothes to wipe myself off and change them, but the screamy guy sees it and shouts, "Was denkst du was du da tust, Arschloch? Behalte deine Klamotten an, wir sind nicht solche warmen Brüder wie du."

He is definitely homophobic since I was pretty sure he said I was gay and shouldn't take off my clothes in front of him. I sigh and continue, but he becomes angrier and walks forward to grab me.

Before he can, I grab the wrist of his outstretched arm and with the other hand, I band his hand backwards.

Due to the sudden pain, he shrieks and falls to his knees while trying to push me off with his wounded hand. But I hit him with my knee in the face and he goes KO.

The police returned after hearing the scream. However, when they saw that he was on the ground and I was next to him, they nodded to each other and then left again.

They probably had enough of him too.

 

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Afterwards, I could peacefully wipe myself off and put on the new clothes. The screamy guy woke up a few seconds later and crawled back to the bench they had sat on before.

He did not attempt to do anything stupid anymore since one bloody nose was enough for him, but he still stared at me.

The clothes I got were some socks, black wide jogging pants and a black T-shirt, which surprisingly fit me very well.

Then I took the bandage and bound my bitten arm with it again. Even when Shana stitched it, it looked pretty ugly and slimy again...

Afterwards, I sat down on the bench, which appeared to also be our bed.

I sat on the left side, the crazy guy sat in the middle, still wiping and the biker guy sat on the right side, still staring at me.

Maybe he was the one who had a thing for the same gender and simply didn't want to admit it?

I lean back on the wall, close my eyes and think about what will happen now. Shana should be pretty safe here, at least as long as they have bullets and the chief is in power.

Eventually, they will flee before the bombing and because they certainly won't take us with them, I will die here without seeing the fireworks outside.

That is, if I survive that long...

"Jake, are you alright?" Shana's voice brought me back to earth. She was standing with two policemen and the woman Elli in front of the cell. Now wearing the same white coat as the other doctors.

I smiled and wanted to walk closer, but the police pointed their guns at me. This made Shana look so worried, that I thought she would tackle them down any moment.

So I say to calm her down, "Yes, I'm fine and you? Everyone treats you well?"

She gets tears in her eyes and then nods, which nearly broke my heart.

Elli looked annoyed at this and said, "Jake is your name, right? Step forward to the bars and we will take a blood sample from your wound."

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After her breakdown, it appears that she has calmed down.

I walk closer, untie the bandages and place my wounded arm between the bars.

Upon seeing the wound, they looked disgusted, except for Shana, who worriedly held her hand to her chest.

She painfully inserts a needle in and takes a syringe full of blood. Yep, Alex definitely told her that her father died, because he tried to save us...

"That's enough for now. Let's go." she says and gestures to the policemen and Shana.

"Wait, can I---"

"No, it's not safe and we have no time to play around."

Shana wanted to say something, but Eli interrupted her and urged her to follow.

"It's fine. We will get the chance to talk." I say and she nods and starts to walk away while crying and looking back...

They got some threats and vulgar comments from the other inmates in the other cells, but they ignored them and continued to walk.

Yeah, I will definitely beat the other inmates up, when I have the chance.

 

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An hour passed and the crazy man became even crazier and started to run around in the cell while screaming.

"Sie kommt, sie kommt endlich kommt sie um mich zu holen, die werdende Mutter sie kommt."

He screams something about a future mother who will take him.

If this is the future mother I know, then we have a problem...

Then he stops in front of the bars, turns to us, smiles and says, "Sie ist hieeer!"

The biker then had enough and wanted to beat some sense into him, but suddenly we heard firearms outside. It was not rare to hear gunshots here since we heard many of them in the last hour.

However, this time they didn't stop...

I walk to the bars to see if I can find some police, but none are in the hallway.

Suddenly the crazy man grabs me and starts to shake me and says, while looking angry, "Du? Sie will dich, warum? Was ist so besonders an dir?"

I push him away immediately and he falls to the ground and grins.

"Du kannst ihr nicht entkommen keiner kann!" he say and starts to laughs hysterically.

He basically said that she was here because of me and that I could not escape her... and it seems he was upset about the first part.

The other inmates began hitting the bars since the gunshots didn't stop and they became afraid that if the policeman died, they would be locked up for eternity.

This could really happen here...

As I pondered what to do next, my arm suddenly started hurting like crazy.

Looking down, I could see that the bandage was full of blood again. Did the stitches rip?

I stepped back from the bars and unwrapped the bandage.

Upon examining the ugly wound again, I discovered that the stitches were fine, but the bite wound was decaying and the wound started spreading through my arm.

That's something I didn't notice on the other infected. Yes, their wounds were ugly, but they were never like this.

Sudden footsteps in the hallway brought me out of my thoughts. The only problem was that it felt like, I was hearing them directly in my head and they came closer.

Then someone I didn't really want to see walked up to our cell. Seeing her the crazy man fell on his knees and started to pray, while the biker looked only in shock.

The pregnant zombie stood there with her bloody grin in front of us.

Shouldn't imaginary zombies only be seen by one person?

 

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