Anne I had gone with Dr. Arya to see this old grumpy lady who kept announcing that we were all paying for our sins. She said this was the end for everyone on earth. It was the wrath of God on us for the years of sinning like the people of Sodom and Gomorrah. She made a lot of utterances, some of which made sense to me because I’d never met such horrid sight in my life. People all around me were laying like slaughtered cows. Some of the older and more experienced doctors might have seen something as deadly as this, maybe during the previous outbreak in 2003, or of a different cause, but bottom line was, I hadn’t and it was doing weird things to my sanity.We were in there when the yelling began. I had rushed out to see what was happening and had seen people pulling out patients in houses in line with the one we were in. “The tree is coming down, get out of there!” someone had yelled before running off to inform others. I had run back inside and informed Dr. Arya who was still busy with
Vincent Everything was happening in slow motion. The earth which had ceased moving, alongside its inhabitants, had suddenly commenced spinning rapidly, making me dizzy and in need of air. I hadn’t realized I was dropping to the floor till I felt hands grab me on both sides.”Dr. Sawyer, are you alright?” This question came from different angles from all around me. A little group had begun forming. Even Dr. Ken had rushed towards me, holding onto my chest and shaking me vigorously.‘It can’t be. Anne cannot lose her life on your watch. It is impossible,' my brain had yelled, propelling me to pull away from the people that had their hands on me, swerved on my knees, and dashed towards the debris. They hadn't predicted my sudden movements so they couldn’t catch me, but they did run after me. I was on top of the tree before anyone could reach me.I climbed onto the upper branch area on the house I jumped out from. The branches weren’t tiny though. Majority of them were giant woods the siz
Vincent With trembling legs from both exhaustion and trepidation, I stood and lunged towards the hole. But Dr. Kendra grabbed my shoulders, holding me back. “Let them bring her out,” she said calmly. They were taking so long. She has been there for so long. Is she stuck somewhere? Does she have a broken bone? I didn’t allow myself to think farther than that. My heart may cease beating if I did. After what felt like years, we started noticing movements at the entrance of the hole. I tried moving forward again and again but was held back. At that time, even with my anxious heart, I noticed that I wasn’t the only one moving forward. Most of the people surrounding me were slowly doing the same. I know we were in this together. The passion of saving lives made us one. I felt immense gratitude toward each one of them. “Make way!” someone from inside the hole yelled before we saw two people walk out sideways, carrying in between them, a lady who had her arms wrapped around each person's
Anne It hurt everywhere. It was as if I was drenched in hot oil with tiny crab chewing on my skin. I’ve never been in that kind of situation. I don’t even know why I used that analogy, but it looked like how it would feel if one was placed in hot oil with flesh-eating crabs. The room was spacious, but there was hardly any movement of air. I felt stuffed. Stuffed! I jerked up my head, wondering if I was still inside that God-forsaken place that almost snuffed the life out of me. I sighed deeply when I saw the leathery ceiling of the tent. I was beginning to think my rescue was a dream, and the face I saw was all in my head. That’s right, Vincent! Just then, a presence loomed over me. I was going to look at who it was but I was made brain dead when a very familiar softness gently pressed against my lips. I inhaled sharply as charges surged from the point of contact right down to the pit of my belly where flutters erupted. Through the slits of my hooded eyes, I could make out his
Anne “Hey, you forgot your gloves again,” he said from behind me. I turned to see him leaning against a tree, fully clothed in his PPE, with a set of gloves in his hands. “Oh shoot! I forgot,” I exclaimed, rushing towards him to take the gloves. “Thanks,” I had said and stretched out my hand to collect it, but he raised it above my head and out of my reach. I stared puzzled at him and saw a glint of mischief in his eyes. I cocked my mouth to the side, squinting my eyes thoughtfully, before springing to grab it from him. He laughed, taking the gloves higher than before. “Vincent!” I whined, “Give it!” “Make me,” he dared. I squinted my eyes thoughtfully again, but now, I was really thinking of a way to get the gloves. Shortly after, I slowly moved closer to him, intruding into his personal space. He looked at me with a cocky smile and a raised eyebrow. “Are you going to kiss me or something? Remember, we have face shields on,” he said with a chuckle. “As…a…matter…of…fact…no!”
Anne He followed me home. He said he wanted to know where I lived so he could visit often as long as he’s in my town Umende. He still didn’t ask why I left. He simply wanted to keep in touch, and maybe, have a home-cooked meal now and then. Honestly, asides from my other insecurities, I’ve always dreaded bringing people to my house. Not that I was embarrassed about my average family background, but because I had crazy people for a family. It was just my mum, elder sister, myself, and my little niece. I swear, I feel like I’m the only sane person amongst them if you minus my clumsiness, of course. I lost my dad when I was ten, in a plane crash. He was a pilot. Ever since then, it’s just been my mum, struggling and juggling two jobs to get my sister and me through school. At fourteen though, my sister and I got a job in a fast-food joint where we made little income and for three years, we saved up to get a small car and some things for momma. She spent all her hard-earned money on h
Anne So, we were expecting detective questions being thrown loudly at Vincent from the opposite couch. This is because Joan abhorred going close to strangers or having any body contact. But that wasn’t happening. Our baby was seated comfortably on his laps while they discussed animatedly. She would giggle by something he said, and he would in turn throw his head back and laugh. It was so natural. One might think they’ve known each other for years. “Can I marry him?” Makayla pleaded in a whisper. We both snickered, covering our mouths so we wouldn’t be found out. When I looked back at him, a smile slowly crept onto my face. I was mesmerized by him. I was weirdly proud like a mother whose son was helping an old woman cross the street. My mum had her hands which held the kitchen towel, clasped against her bosom. She was also smiling. I knew by now, she had already begun planning my wedding, and sourcing out Christian names for my children. I wouldn’t put that past her. After fifteen
Anne After dinner, mum had called me up to her room. I knew this kind of summoning. Most times, it didn’t bode well for me and my sis. It was either we did something bad and needed a spanking, or she needed to have a long, one on one motherly talk with us, based on certain observations. I was apprehensive. Maybe mum didn’t like Vincent. Or maybe she didn’t like that I brought a man home in general. Well, the second probability didn’t seem like it because she had threatened to marry us off if we continued to give her headache. Not that Vincent was planning to fulfill her wishes or anything but...I should stop going to that angle now. So, to her room I went, holding onto my chest. At her door, I gently knocked and slipped in when she responded. On a normal circumstance, when I was certain I had done nothing wrong, I could barge into her room and fling myself on her bed while she’d yell her lungs at my deaf ears, but today wasn’t one of those days. “Hi momma,” I greeted in my tiniest