“You got that right, Riley. Damn fine women and food. Looks like you girls need a couple of men. With all them brats you got.” Jeri said and nodded over to the children who were now huddled by the water. Amanda’s arms were holding them to her.
“You need to leave here now. You’re not welcome here.” Paadi said angrily.
“Don’t think about reaching for that gun, I’d hate hurt one of them kids.” Riley grinned nastily, as he turned and aimed the shotgun their way. Emma’s blood turned cold.
“Yeah, that’s right, you got it. Now, here’s how this is gonna work. You’re gonna go with my friend Jeri, miss big mouth. He’s gonna take you in for a little bump and grind. You cooperate and we’ll leave the kids alone. You don’t and we’ll hurt you all. You got me?” Riley asked in a smug voice.
“Shit, I ain’t had a woman in a long time. Girl, I’m gonna fuck you raw. Let’s go.” Jeri laughed with glee.
THIRTEEN
Flynn was trying not to hyperventilate. The mask he wore didn’t help. He could feel the sweat biting under his arms. His heart was hammering hard. He had the list of wants and needs that Beth had given him. He’d spoken to her at length. He and Cliff had hit the ambulances and they had been a gold mine. Like Beth had suggested, if the ambulance wasn’t pristine, he didn’t go in. Luckily, there were windows on the ambulance and he’d not had to open the doors. He’d found only one ambulance that looked like bloody hell.
He’d pulled all the sterile gauze, tubing, instruments, IVs and oxygen tanks. He also pulled the gurney out and loaded it into the back of the truck. Cliff had given him a look and he’d shrugged. It could be used for the people at the house. It would be adjustable and could hold a patient. He figured Beth would appreciate it. There were syringes, as well as pediatric needles and he thought she’d like that as well, treating children. He also grabbed the portable suction machine.
There were various sized catheters and he grabbed all those. Essentially everything he touched, he grabbed. He figured Beth could go through it and she’d know their uses. In each of the ambulances, he grabbed it all. He’d filled bag after bag with the equipment. He grabbed all the defibrillators as well. He shrugged; he had no idea how they used this stuff but he hoped that Beth did. It might not be for animals, but her education was extensive.
He stood before the hospital’s emergency bay doors. They were halfway open and he could smell the stench. They’d gone to the veteran’s clinic and had found all kind of medical paraphernalia. He’d been given orders to find the pharmacy. Pull all pills out. Anything that was in a fridge, leave. Also, if he saw a PDR, physician’s drug reference and a Physician’s Desk Reference book, bring those back. Luckily, he’d found both of those at the veteran’s clinic. This was their last stop before they hit up the CVS pharmacies.
He looked back over his shoulder and he saw Cliff setting up the cleaning station, away from the truck. Flynn would strip down completely to clean up. He was naked beneath the disposable coveralls. Cliff gave him a nervous thumbs up and smiled nervously. Flynn nodded his head. He moved slowly forward, between the opened doors, not touching them. He watched where he placed a foot. He was wearing an old pair of shoes, that would also be thrown away.
He saw the first lump of bone and he shivered. It was covered with clothing, but the clothing was stiff and black looking. Dried blood. He averted his eyes and kept walking. He saw the reception area but it was clear, he saw nothing. He moved to one of the curtained rooms, which had the curtain drawn closed. He saw blood under the curtain and it covered the floor. He didn’t want to go near that. He moved to the next area, the exam table was bloody, with black blood crusted sheets, but there was no body.
Thank god, he thought. Carefully, he moved to the cabinets with multi drawers. Careful of any blood spatter, he opened each drawer and emptied the contents into the large heavy black bag. He didn’t even look at what he was getting, he just dumped each tray into the bag. His hands were shaking so badly he dropped one tray. He left it. It landed in a black puddle of dried blood.
“Get a grip Flynn, don’t freak out.” He hissed angrily at himself. Xandra had been upset about his trip to town.
“Why do you have to go?” She’d asked, fear in her eyes.
“Because we’ve been out there. If we were going to die or get it, we probably would have. If these guys go, they might bring it back. I’ll be careful and not touch anything. Believe me, I don’t want to bring it back here either. I want to do this Xandra. I do.” He’d said and she’d given in, though not gracefully.
He took a deep breath and coughed it out, regretting the stench he’d just breathed in. He swallowed hard and closed his eyes. Trying to shake off the creeps, he went back to work. Once he’d emptied the cabinets, he moved to the next bay. This one was clean and he breathed easier. His hands shook less and he quickly dumped the contents. He moved from room to room, avoiding the lumps of bones and dried blood. His body was saturated with sweat and he felt nauseated from the heat that was trapped in the hospital.
It took him over an hour to go through the rooms and offices. Some offices he didn’t enter, seeing a body or two within. It just wasn’t worth
