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    I lay strapped down in my hospital bed. In the background I heard the quick yet steady beeps of my heart rate monitor. I feel the sharp pain of needles all over my body with every breath, even the smallest movement would send pain through me. Each needle carried excess blood from my body though what looked to me like crimson wires. A few IV bags dripped heavy sedatives into my veins, yet there were many clear moments in my memory, this one was one of them. The last one I had was when I had tried to kill one of the nurses who worked on me. She had been leaning over me as my eyes shot open. I had shot my hand up to her neck and squeezed. I remember vividly screaming in her face as I did this. “WHY THE ******** AREN’T YOU SICK, WHY THE HELL CAN YOU BE ALIVE, I HATE YOU….”, it took all of the three other medics in the room to restrain and strap me down. The sedatives started to work again and my train of thought died as the room around me darkened. I closed my eyes.
    Memories of my past flashed though my mind, of faces I knew I would never see again. First of my closest friend, he was there since I could remember, he laughed with me, and we went almost everywhere together, since the earliest I could remember, the sad thing is…. As I look back I realize how little I knew him and how shallow my memories were. Both my parents… gone. My classmates…gone. All gone….
    Impulsively I started to count as the sedatives pulled me deeper into sleep.
    Ten… Nine…Eight…Seven…
    All went black as I fell into the cold warmth of sleep
    ~ ~ ~
    I never coughed once, yet everyone around me was sick beyond imagine. I visited my friend once, he didn’t recognize me at all but then again he was in no state to recognize anyone. Blood dripped from his lips, his eyes were dim, his skin was as pale as paper. I was alone after a week. They were all gone I was the last one, the last ******** one. The worst part was the smell, the toxic vile smell of all the people I had known rotting away, it was like their silent revenge or something. It was like they were punishing me for being alive. My mind flicked to my past, it was sudden and gradual…
    ~ ~ ~
    I brushed my long greasy bangs out of my eyes and looked at my reflection in the almost perfectly still water. My clothes were torn and stained. My arms were scarred all over, I was not welcome to join the dead that easily. My light green eyes glinted brightly bright enough to see in my reflection. My hair was black and even when it was as dirty as it was now it still had a nice shine to it. The smell of the dead was burning my nostrils, it was not a smell you could adapt to, even after a month or so.
    Cool air blew off the water, the smell of salt water replaced the toxic smell of rot for a few seconds. Small waves started to build. I looked up to the horizon, expecting the flat line of blue that had been there for the last month of my solitude, Instead dark boats dotted the horizon. I rubbed my eyes and looked again, the boats were slightly larger now. I did not understand, everyone was dead, EVERYONE.
    My head burst with pain. I scratched the scabs on my arm, causing them to bleed again. I sighed as blood spilled freely from the re-opened wound. Too much blood for such a small hole but I was used to that by now, I had too much blood. I looked back to the horizon as I let my blood drip down my arm. The living would be here soon.
    ~ ~ ~
    I watched the living Step onto the Docks, as they in their stiff military uniforms walked into the city of the dead, as they planted their flag in the ground, claming it for their own. What use was it to the dead? The sight of them angered me. I had lost everyone that had been in my life, ******** everyone. These people walked over and past the corpses that lay chaotically in the streets.
    They had won a war, without a shot fired, and without a casualty on their side.
    ~ ~ ~
    I opened my eyes again. My whole body felt like it was on fire, the needles surprisingly felt comfortable stuck in my skin. The burning was in my veins. I could feel as every cell in my body pushed against the source of the pain. I watched as the IV needles inched out of my arms, it was like my body itself was rejecting the sedatives. What the ********? Each of the needles popped from my veins followed by a squirt of blood and clear fluid. The burning was gone, my mind was clear from the heaviness of the medication.
    I looked around the room, I was the only patient. The hospital seemed empty other than the few nurses and doctors that passed by the door. The window was sealed off with a sheet of metal. The lights in the ceiling flickered every once and a while. It was the same with the lights in the hall. The building must be running off some sort of crappy generator. I looked down to the leather straps holding me firmly to the medical bed. Each was tight to my bare skin. I looked like a ******** porcupine, needles stuck out of my skin all across my body, each was connected to a clear tube filled with my blood. I could feel my blood moving out through each needle. Though the blood was out of my body it still felt like it was part of me, like I could move it.
    This is ******** nuts I looked at one of the needles. I focused on the blood in it. I sort of twitched it with my mind. I was calling my self every kind of crazy in my head as I did this, but it moved. Wide eyed I moved my mind into several needles at once and moved their blood filled tubes around experimentally. I smiled as I coiled them together to make what looked like a arm with a many fingered hand. I ripped apart the straps holding me down with my grotesque extra appendage.
    I pushed all my needles out; they would only slow me down. I sat up in the cot I looked to the floor where two large buckets of my blood sat. I easily tipped them over with my mind, spilling the my blood across the floor. I bent down and ran my finger through it. I sent ripples through its dark surface with my brooding thoughts.