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Mind Key - Chapter 2

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"She collapsed." Marco said, turning away from the window towards us.
"She’s just ran from Co-op and she’s bleeding to death. What do you think would happen?" Rose asked. Marco shrugged.
"Are we going to get her?" Jamie asked, eying Ryder. I nodded once.
"Wait," Marco raised his hand. He swore, "group of them coming off Main."
"How many?" I asked.
"Too many. Just leave her; they’ll grab her and go." I glared at Marco.

"I’ll get her," I said, "watch my back." Rose nodded, but didn’t look too happy about it. I ran to the old front desk, grabbed a gun and ran out the door. Luckily Ryder was in the car parking lot, close enough to grab her and get back without getting caught. I bent down and looked at her. Her arms and legs were badly scraped, but Andre could easily solve that. I picked her up and ran back to the hospital. Just before I went inside I looked behind me, the zombies had stopped, knowing Ryder was no longer an easy meal. I flipped them the bird, then dashed inside. I took her straight to Andre’s room and banged on the door.

"Andre, you in?" The door opened. "Can you fix her?" I asked. Andre was a tall kid, with dark skin, a shaved head and an easy-going vibe about him. He looked at Ryder and nodded.

"Put her down on the bed then go get everything sorted for a new arrival. I’ll be about ten minutes." He said, bending over Ryder’s limp body. I left him to it, knowing Ryder would be fine soon. I went to Sarah’s room and knocked.

"Oh, hey Jason," she said, opening her door slightly, "what can I do you for?"
"I need some clothes," I said. Sarah looked at me, clearly confused. I sighed and explained.
"Oh, sure she can have some clothes. What style? Wait, she’d want comfy house clothes." Sarah retreated into her room, muttering the whole time. She came back holding dark blue joggers, a faded black shirt and a gray hoodie. "Try these. They’re nice and baggy so they won’t cling."
"Thanks Sarah." I said. She smiled at me.

"It’s nothing; we’ve all been there before." I nodded, smiled and walked to the kitchen. Ollie was going through the fridge, probably deciding what to make for dinner.
"Hey Ollie." I said, making him jump slightly.
"Soup. What should we have for dinner?" He asked, still raiding the fridge.
"Whatever. Can I have a can of soup please? And some bread?"
"Dude, you know the rules. No food between meals."
"It’s not for me." I said. "Ryder’s come back." Ollie turned slowly and stared at me.
"Ryder?" He asked. I nodded. "Where is she?" He started looking around, seeing if she was with us.

"She’s in Andre’s room, he’s fixing her up." Ollie blinked a couple of times, like he was trying to get his head around the idea that Ryder’s back. He closed the fridge and went to a cupboard.
"He should be done then," he said, "go look after her. I’ll bring the food when it’s ready."
"Thanks Ollie." I said. He nodded.
I walked back to Andre’s room and knocked. Andre opened the door, looking shattered.

"She’s fine, but she can’t remember anything." He said. "Like, nothing." I nodded and prepared myself for the worst. Andre’s room was dark, but I could still see Ryder on his bed. I felt a pang of jealousy, I should have helped her. But then reality set in; Andre was our doctor dude. It made sense. I walked slowly over to her and crouched down. She turned to face me.

"Hello, I’m Jason." I said.
"I heard you in my head," she said, "you told me to come here." I smiled.
"You got my message." She nodded. "Do you know who I am?"
"I’ve seen your face."
"We went to school together. To a special school. Do you remember that?" Ryder frowned.
"Should I?"
"I don’t know. What do you remember?"
"Panic. Screaming."
"Anything else?" Ryder shook her head. "Ok, maybe that’s best for now. But, if you want to know anything, just ask anyone here." I said.
"I don’t know," Ryder looked down, something she only did when she was uncertain or embarrassed, "something doesn’t feel right."
"It’s ok." I said. There was a knock on the door. It opened and Ollie poked his head round.

"I’ve got some soup, if you’re hungry." He said, looking at Ryder. I waved him in. "It’s tomato, but we have chicken if you want?"
"Tomato’s fine thanks." She said. Ollie handed her the bowl and left.
"That’s Ollie," I said, "the guy who was in here before is Andre, he’s our doctor."
"You’re Jason, and you’re sister’s Rose." She said.
"You remember Rose?" Ryder nodded and ate her soup.
"It’s hard to forget her. She was mad."
"My dad always hurt us. He’d do it for a laugh. My mum kicked him out a year later. She finally saw what he was doing." I said. I looked at Ryder, and she looked at me.

"Why do you have those clothes?" She asked. I looked down at the clothes Sarah had given to me.
"They’re for you. They should be your size, but they may be a bit small. Can you stand?"
Ryder put her bowl aside and stood up slowly. She took a slow step forward, then another and then another, until we knew she could walk.
"Come on, I’ll show you the bathroom and you can have a shower and get changed." We walked to the door and turned right down the corridor, "we’re on the third floor, but your room will be on the second. I’ll take you thereafter."
"Thanks." She said. There was a few minutes silence. "Jason?"
"Yeah."

"I’ve been here before." It wasn’t a question, but I nodded. "What happened?"
I panicked slightly. I couldn’t tell her what really happened, not yet. "You went out on a raid. You didn’t come back." I said. Ryder frowned for a second then shrugged.
"How come I could hear you in my mind?"

"I’ll tell you later," I said, stopping. "Here’s the bathroom. There are towels in there." I handed her the clothes. "I’m just going to talk to some people; there are a few things that need to be sorted." She nodded and I turned and walked towards Peter’s room.

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Hey Guys! So thanks for reading my first chapter, and thanks for doing the poll, but I would like at least 5 comments for me to continue. Thanks guys, hope you enjoyed.
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Published: 11/19/2013
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