commandos

I had only managed to slip one of the restraints. My left hand and both ankles were still firmly locked in the leather restraints. I saw the doctor rush over to the monitor, and heard him. "NO! NOT NOW! We are so...so close..." Suddenly, he turned to me. "Beth, I know I've done...questionable things, but believe me that I meant only the best." I looked at him, puzzled, and then to the monitor.

Commandos. Looked like Army Rangers or the equivalent, were traversing the "No Man's Land" between the fence and the farmhouse, firing into the horde that had followed them in. I looked at the leader, shouldering his way into a familiar space, the living room, and waving his troops inside.

The doctor pressed himself against the plexiglass wall. "I'll try to hide you as best I can. I may be...damaged....but you are still the only Cure...". I saw him pick up my AR-15, and slide out of the hidden door, locking it behind him.

I watched as best I could on the monitors, petrified, as they breached the farmhouse. Within seconds, Kyle was on the ground, **** with his hands zip-tied behind him. The doctor roared down the stairs, but was met with, of all things, a can of baked beans in a sock thrown at his head that knocked him ****.

One minute, and 25 seconds after the doctor had spoke, the door opened; and the first of the commandos entered the exam room. He looked at me, and grinned. I didn't know what he had planned, but I know that he didn't didn't see a person; he saw a slab of meat.