Valcome

Freedom

I woke up from my coma for the fifth time through the ages I have been asleep. I heard everything said as I was gone, but now I have finally processed it. A huge mistake happened on the floor below me a while back. They put the wrong chemical in the drip, and now there are vampires on the loose, spreading into the other side of America I heard they just stepped onto Arizona soil. That is a long way from Virginia I said to myself as I stepped onto the cold, white tile. I limped up to the small mirror in the tiny bathroom. I was wearing a faded blue hospital gown and a slim red band hung loosely on my left wrist. My rich brown hair had grown from shoulder length down to my hips. My freckles that once dotted my whole face are now gone. I am still extremely pale though. Out of nowhere, the door banged open, and a doctor grabbed my arm and roughly dragged me into the elevator as if I never had a million different needles in there at some point. I strained to get a glimpse of his face, but I was at a bad angle, and he is was so tall. All I saw was a stained blonde beard. I wrinkled my nose in disgust at him. He looked down at me just as the elevator door opened. He growled at me that I am a mistake and I will never cure old age. I frowned, It has been centuries since I was born. I know it works. He then walked me outside into a bus, and tossed me over a black haired dude, into the seat behind him. I glared at him out the window as he strolled back inside the hospital. The bus lurched forward as a whole chain about thirty buses or more pulled out of my home for so many years. I relished the feeling of freedom as I smiled and looked out the window in my own bliss.