Albert lets out a brutes bellow of pain. The little girl releases her bloody teeth from Albert’s thumb as he rapidly yet carefully, places her on the asphalt.
“Ah, why’d you bite me?” Albert asks the girl, who looks as if the concrete is her bed and she just passed out. Her eyes remain shut.
“The hospital…monsters…people…monst…” The girl falls unconscious completely. The sounds like that of a violent riot draws closer and all around Albert and this small child lay slain by the unknown on the sidewalk. Albert can hear gunshots, screams and tires squealing. Albert can now see smoke rising and people attacking other people in the distance. Albert feels he has to make another decision. Before he can even clarify what that decision is, his world goes dark. A black cloth hood is placed over Albert’s head. He brings his arms up to remove the cloth, but his arms are seized by enough people that his large muscles count for very little. In the dark Albert is dragged on his heels away from the little girl, whom he imagines can’t see what is happening.
But then if she could see, what could she do?
It is quite obvious to Albert who is handling him, but he suddenly feels dizzy. His calf muscles hurtfully collide with a hard straight force that doesn’t cut him, the base of a large vehicle opening. Albert is thrown on to the cold steel floor, all he can hear in his head is his own voice telling him the same four words over and over…
I’m a dead man. Albert has no idea.
“Night, night you big snitching bitch!” A familiar voice yells as squealing tires are heard before-
Wham!
It felt like being hit in the head with a cannon ball. The force of the vehicle he is in going zero – eighty takes all balance away and Albert skull smacks into the floor. Albert goes completely unconscious.
The unmarked white van peels away leaving the little girl unconscious before the chaos spreading towards her. Suddenly as though never injured to begin with the girl rises to her feet. She stands in place with her head hanging down. Her disheveled hair covers her face. Albert’s blood rolls down upon her chin. She stands and lets out a moan of unknown wanting and pays no attention to her injured arm. Soft, yet disturbing and still, the girl finally gets reacquainted with her legs and stumbles forward. Strangely she heads in the same direction as the van that took Albert.
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