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The Walking Dead

Post by Mr. Cuddles on Sat Dec 01, 2018 5:02 pm

Today seemed to be the usual day, come to the bus stop, sit and wait while listening to the sounds of busy people. Being in the city was still intimidating, but it was how he had to get himself use to things again. The doctor recommended small doses of exposure to sounds that make him uncomfortable, and there were days it was tough. This particular bus stop was a good spot for it, he could hear everything from all sides, see everything too. Any sounds he heard he would try to name what it was making that sound, any loud booms he had to focus on what could be making it just to feel safe. It had been a year since the incident and life still wasn't normal, or would ever be. There was a lot that happened, but he was getting through it thanks to his family.

"Monty!" called out a voice nearby as they approached with a happy stride.

Looking up from his phone the young man glanced over in the direction and smiled "Joseph, what up bro?" he stood up and the two hugged. It was his cousin-one he hadn't seen in a while since he had been out of town on business. "Not much, glad to see you doing okay". Joseph smiled and patted Monty on the head. They were close and grew up together, their dads were brothers so they too always held a special bond.

"I'm okay, trying to be" Monty faintly smiled.

Joseph looked around "Doing this again?" he knew why Monty was out there and supported the idea as long as it didn't hurt his mental state.

"...Yeah, it helps a little. I know I won't be normal" the two sat down on the bench "Well...of course I'll never be normal" he raised his right arm, and on it was a prosthetic.

Joseph reached over and patted his back "No, but who wants to be normal?" he quipped with a smile, then it slowly faded. "No word from her, huh? Sorry...I don't mean to pry, but it still burns me up that she did you like that".

Monty shrugged "No, and I don't really care anymore...no point in dwelling on it. I already let go".

The two sat and talked for a while longer, then Joseph stood up "It was great seeing you Monty, do you want a ride?"

Monty smiled "No thanks, I'll catch the bus back. I want to sit here a little while longer".

Joseph just laughed and shrugged "Alright man, suit yourself" and he gave a salute before walking away.

  It had been two hours and forty-five minutes since he had been sitting there. He had to make it to the next hour, that way he could kind of brag to his therapist about how much he could endure. Reaching up with his prosthetic hand he caught himself and raised his left hand to comb long strands of his hair out of his face. It had been a year, and he had to learn how to do everything over with his left hand. It was hard and still is-as those habits are still there. He has to make himself reach for things with his left first and learn to support with his prosthetic. There were no complaints, he didn't ever whine or complain about what he was going through. The good thing about him was that he tried to focus on the present.

  Just then a bus rolled up to the stop, people were coming off and a few were going on. Then he noticed a man wearing a suit with his tie loosened, he looked pale and sickly like he came down with the flu. The man walked to the bench and sat down and coughed which caused Monty to scoot away from him. The man looked over at him, his eyes were bloodshot "S-s-sorry...I think I got the flu" he looked very ill. Monty was concerned "You going to be okay?" the man nodded "I just need to get home and rest". The man had a slight rasping breathing sound, he looked like he was about to die as he sat back and closed his eyes. Monty just got up at that point not wanting to catch whatever it was. "...I don't know, I think you need to go to the hospital". The sickly man brought his hand up to pull at his tie "No, I'll be fine..." he was trying to breathe by the way he tilted his head back. There weren't a lot of people around at this point, some were going by, but none came to the stop. Monty dialed 911, he stood off to the side and gave information, he was worried the man would die. Right after making the call he looked over to see that the man's breathing was shallow. "Hey!" he called to him, but the man only moaned a bit and his head slumped over. "...Sh-t...." Monty couldn't risk getting close or anyone close.

  It had been five minutes, and someone had walked by to notice the man "Don't touch him!!" Monty called out to the other man "...What?! He needs help!" Monty frowned "He's got the flu or something...I called 911, they're on their way". Soon a woman came over "Is everything okay? I'm a nurse" she had heard part of what was said. She went over to the man and watched him "He is still breathing" she went to press her fingers into his neck to feel a pulse. "Very faint, he needs help" she pulled out some cleansing wipes out her purse and cleaned her hands. "How long ago did you call?" Monty looked at his phone "It was just a few minutes ago" just then the Ambulance was heard making their way down, then parked right near the stop and rushed over with a gurney towards the man. The woman gave what information she had assessed from his pulse and his breathing and pointed over to Monty since he was the one to call. Monty's anxiety was up a bit, he could feel it but he was fighting it the best he could.

"How long has he been like this?" asked one of the EMTs as they worked fast at getting his oxygen going and an IV drip started.

Monty frowned "It wasn't long, he came off the bus and he looked so sick and said he might have the flu". The lights on the ambulance was making it tough to stay there, the sirens and the lights. "I hope he'll be okay".

  The two EMTs had got him on the gurney and strapped him, then rushed him over to the vehicle and got him inside. They took off down the road and that was it. It was time for Monty to go home, he had enough for the day. The nurse looked over at him and she could recognize signs of PTSD, she walked over slowly "Are you okay?" Monty had reached up with his left hand and was rubbing his right shoulder "...Huh? uh...yes, I'll be okay" he nodded trying to be. The whole emergency situation was too much, the man looked like he was near death. The woman was concerned "Would you like a ride home? I can give you a ride". Monty looked at her then around "You don't have to, I can wait for another bus". The woman frowned a bit "That probably isn't the best idea, you need a quiet place right now". He then looked back at her, then he nodded slowly "Thank you..." it was hard for him to feel this way.

  Soon they were driving out of the city, and the sun was setting at this point. Monty was surprised she even approached him "You never thought I could be dangerous, that I could hurt you?" he asked curiously, but it made him scared to think of such things. The woman just smiled "I have worked with a lot of patients like yourself. Wounded from the inside out, so I could tell that you weren't dangerous. Just vulnerable". Monty looked out the window "I don't want to be...but thanks for the ride". She turned down a road per his directions and turned onto a culdesac and parked. "Thanks again" he opened the door and climbed out, but he stopped "Wait, what's your name?" The woman just smiled "Bailey, and you?" it got him to smile a bit. "Monty". "Well, it was nice meeting you Monty, be safe" "Likewise" he smiled and closed her door. He walked up to his parents' house and fumbled with the key a bit to get inside.

  Upon walking in he was greeted by his mother who hugged him and gave him a kiss "Are you okay?" she always asked him every day since the incident "Yes, I'm fine Mom" she smiled and just hugged him, but she could tell he had a rough day. "I just want to rest" she then released him "Okay, are you going to eat?" he nodded "Later, just going to lay on the couch". He kicked off his shoes and went to plop on the couch and removed his prosthetic so he could get comfortable.

It had been an hour when Monty had fallen asleep on the couch, he woke up to hearing the television on and his parents talking about what was going on. With a slight groan, he realized he had slept on his good arm and it was heavy and tingly. Sighing he had to prop himself up with his other one and try to push himself up while trying to shake blood back into the other one. "You okay?" his mother asked looking at him with concern, the young man nodded. "Yeah" then he looked at the television and noticed the news talking about the flu going around. Then everything from what earlier evening came flooding back, he reached his hand up and combed it through his long hair. His father frowned "One of my co-workers had to go home early, he was so sick. Our boss had one of the other guys drive him home since he was worried about him passing out". Monty felt worried, but he reminded himself that he wasn't that close to the man that was sick. There was no need to mention anything so his parents wouldn't worry about him, he just wanted some peace of mind.

Getting up he left for the bathroom, once in he flicked on the light and stood in front of the mirror staring at himself. Monty would at times stare at himself, trying to find good qualities about himself, trying to remain sane. He lost a lot of things, and it was very hard each and every day. What kept him going was the love and support of his family, his parents, his uncle and his cousin. He had a few friends that he did try to stay in touch with, but most of them in other states. He reached up to touch his face and felt around his jawline, he was a tall man standing at 6ft exactly, he had an athletic build since he tried to stay in shape. He had long dark brown hair. His skin was a soft caramel color, his eyebrows were thick and neat matching his hair. Monty was a full-blooded Native American, his family didn't live on a reservation when he was growing up so he didn't have to deal with a lot of obligations. There were his parents who did, but they left when they were younger to see what life had to offer.

Joining the military was a big deal, and it was something he wanted to do since he was young. After watching war movies and seeing the struggles, he wanted to help fight for a country he loved despite some issues he had growing up. It was a hard decision to make, and it took some convincing of his parents to let him join. It was supposed to be something he thought he could hold on to, to do for many years of his life. Just then he heard a knock on the door "Monty?" his mother was outside, she opened it and poked her head in "You're going to eat right?" He looked over and nodded "Yes, just waking myself up" he reached up and rubbed his face again before turning to leave.
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