"Were out here in Texas, boy. Some strained version of that parasite from a year ago has gone and killed everyone you know. Nothing left for us out there" he paused, taking a deep, labored breath sounding almost as if he was in a great amount of pain, yet trying to hold it back. "Will you let me go, please." Asher pleaded. "YOU DEAF BOY?! I DAMN TOLD Y'ER E'RY YOU KNOW IS ROTTING ON THE SIDE OF THE DAMN ROAD AND YOURE TELLING ME YOU WANT TO LEAVE?!" The doctor couhed, trying to yell as loud as he could, unintenionally sending spittle everywhere. He let out a laboured screech and Asher saw what the Doctor was trying to hide, at least one of his fears had come true. The doctor held the long, metal encased syringe like madman holding a daggar. it
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His long, grey dishevelled hair looking as if it had never been combed, truly this was a man that parents would tell thier children about to make them behave. The doctor lunged at Asher, still laying in his bed, yet Asher was quicker and rolled off the bed. The docotor and Asher stood at opposite ends if the bed in an almost comical situation; if the Doctor tried coming one way he would run the other way. The doctor lunged across the bed, but Asher moved away just as swiftly and ducked behind the bed. Thinking quickly he rolled out to the side and stood up as fast as he could, already preparing for his short sprint to freedom. Hardly then ten steps stood before him and the door and he would be damned if he let that old madman beat him to the door. Just as his feet left the floor, ready to fly faster than a hawk he felt the prick hit him full force, drawing all the breath out of the docotor. Instantly feel the warmth under his skin, he started clawing at the syringe sticking out of the back of his arm, and while he was preoccupied
His long, grey dishevelled hair looking as if it had never been combed, truly this was a man that parents would tell thier children about to make them behave. The doctor lunged at Asher, still laying in his bed, yet Asher was quicker and rolled off the bed. The docotor and Asher stood at opposite ends if the bed in an almost comical situation; if the Doctor tried coming one way he would run the other way. The doctor lunged across the bed, but Asher moved away just as swiftly and ducked behind the bed. Thinking quickly he rolled out to the side and stood up as fast as he could, already preparing for his short sprint to freedom. Hardly then ten steps stood before him and the door and he would be damned if he let that old madman beat him to the door. Just as his feet left the floor, ready to fly faster than a hawk he felt the prick hit him full force, drawing all the breath out of the docotor. Instantly feel the warmth under his skin, he started clawing at the syringe sticking out of the back of his arm, and while he was preoccupied