Alone with My Thoughts (OPEN)

[-Nyx-]

I sat quietly on the hard cot that they dared to call a bed, staring out of the small window of my room. It would've been a pretty great view if there had been anything out there worth seeing, but all I saw was grey skies and the dead world outside. I could see a few people just walking inside the wall of Fort Underhill, one of them stumbling along weakly, frequently convulsing with coughs. I wished I could yell at her, scream to run fast and far, that dying out there would be a million times better than the torture that awaited her in the quarantine she would inevitably be taken to, but she and the people accompanying her just marched on, looking almost like a small parade, but one before a military funeral, not celebratory event. As they disappeared inside of a building, I sighed and flopped backwards onto the cot, running a hand through my hair. Life would be a lot easier if I stopped watching these people who had a chance to escape, gave up my hopes of ever running away, or even just died already. But I had to keep feeling or they'd win. I pulled my knees into my stomach and stayed in the fetal position for who knows how long, until I heard the door to my cell click open. I stretched and sat back up. A new cellmate perhaps, here for a week and then either insane or dead? Or one of those vampiric scientists here with their fangs and needles to steal my blood for some more tests? Whoever it was, they didn't enter the room quickly or even shut the door.
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing the door?" I said, turning to face in their direction. "No, obviously not. You know, I probably could have escaped by now if I actually cared."

[El Dumbo]

"You know, Cas? That's exactly what I was thinking. You can shut up. I honestly don't care what you think of... Closing the door or whatever. In case you still haven't figured out who I am, I'll give you a hint. Actually, I'll just tell you. It's Mitchell." I layed down on one of the cots. "Geez, these cots are hard."

[-Nyx-]

"You know, Cas? That's exactly what I was thinking. You can shut up. I honestly don't care what you think of... Closing the door or whatever. In case you still haven't figured out who I am, I'll give you a hint. Actually, I'll just tell you. It's Mitchell."
Oh. It was him. Mr. Popular himself, who hated my guts for absolutely no reason. I don't even know why he had access to my cell, he wasn't a doctor or soldier as far as I knew.
"Geez, these cots are hard."
I rolled my eyes. "No dip, Sherlock. Imagine spending every day on one of these." I sighed, looking into his piercing blue eyes. "Why're you even here, Mitchell?" I liked having company occasionally, but this boy was worse than anyone who could be here. Unless that anyone had a needle, but that was beside the point.

[El Dumbo]

"I'm here because I'm bored. By the way, you should enjoy my time here. I'm probably the only sane person here, besides you..." I looked over at Cas. "I don't know how you can stand these cots. They're too hard. You should complain."

[-Nyx-]

"I'm here because I'm bored. By the way, you should enjoy my time here. I'm probably the only sane person here, besides you..."
I snorted. "You? Sane? Puh-lease." I crossed my arms and leaned back against the concrete wall. "It's more like I'm the only sane person around here."
"I don't know how you can stand these cots. They're too hard. You should complain."
I rolled my eyes. "I don't think you understand how the hierarchy works around here. On the top you have the soldiers, then the scientists, normal people, then at the very bottom, people like me. The infected, the captured. The ones who are both. They aren't going to get a plush bed and down comforter for a lowly slug like me. I'm trash."

[El Dumbo]

"Well, I'm sorry. I guess you zombies are all the same." I looked around the cell. "Still, it's pretty grim here."

[-Nyx-]

"Well, I'm sorry. I guess you zombies are all the same."
I groaned. "I'm not a zombie. Most of the infecteds aren't even zombies. And for the last time, I'm not even infected. I healed, remember, idiot? Only reason I'm alive today? And as far as I know they haven't put another strain of the virus into me yet."
"Still, it's pretty grim here."
I saw a chance to get rid of him. It wouldn't work and he'd just get ticked at my overly sarcastic tones, but I had to try anyways.
"Oh, you poor wittle baby. Sitting on a cot but free to leave whenever you want. Why don't you retire for the night and eat some ice cream before going to bed and sucking your thumb?" I stuck out my bottom lip and made an overly exaggerated piteous face, my eyes wide.

[El Dumbo]

"You know, that's a good point! I'll stay here for now."

[-Nyx-]

"You know, that's a good point! I'll stay here for now."
I rolled my eyes and turned to face the wall, feeling my forehead. I could sense a killer headache coming on, and I was wondering if it was the result of some pathogen they'd pumped me full of or just Mitchell's nonstop chattering. Probably the latter.
Suddenly, the door clicked open for the second time that hour. Crap. Mitchell was going to get caught. Yes, it was good that he' pribably be unable to pester me now, but he'd probably be subjected to the same tests and pain that I was and to be honest I didn't think he was tough enough to take it. I wasn't tough enough to take it, I just happened to have one hell of an immune system. I couldn't wish my fate on anyone, not even him. Besides, he'd probably just be stuck in this cell with me, so I'd have to watch him die while listening to his incessant talk.

[El Dumbo]

The door clicked. "What the hell?" I whispered. Quickly hiding underneath one of the cots, I watched what happened next to Cas.