Comatose

Chapter One

Authors PoV

The world was finished, no doubt about that, everything gone, those big fancy buildings, the clean water. The world was broken, it wasn't the same, the same as it was nine years ago, when Andrew Dean fell into a coma.

Doctor Jean Shaw's PoV

Standing with the young mans Parents, the tubes stuck down his throat to keep him breathing, the repetitive beep of his heart monitor echoing through the silent room "Will he ever wake up..." his mother whispers, staring at the floor I shrug my shoulders "we're not sure.." I whisper, his mother breaking down into tears in his fathers arms, the young boy laying almost lifeless on the hospital bed "I'm so sorry.." I whisper as I back out of the room, the parents cry in each others arms.

Andrew's PoV

Feeling something brush across the back of my hand, my fingers twitch ever so slightly, the slight race of my heart picking up in my chest, opening my eyes uneasily, the blurry daylight entering my eyes harshly, scowling before my eyes shoot open and I try to sit up, the tube down my throat still pushing air into my chest, pulling the tube out violently I cough, unaware of the nature that's grown over the hospital room, I look down at my body, moving my arms and legs as I attempt to sit up "Hello..." I call out uneasily, my brows furrowed as I stand, my legs weak and unsteady, walking out of the room I look around at all the overgrown nature that's covering the white walls "What... The fuck?" I breath as I look down the hallway.

Searching through the boxes of medical supplies and other various necessities, I pull a dark blue scrub top on over my torso then pulling a scruffy dark grey jacket on over it, a pair of black denim jeans covering my lower half and a pair of white sneakers on my feet, I hold the packets of food up in the air to check the dates, some not having the dates due to not going off of date, some having gone out of date nine years ago "What the hell.." I whisper, packing the non-out-of-date stuff into a scruffy bag I had found "A weapon would be nice..." I whisper, looking around the hospital I scowl before smashing a glass emergent use box on the wall which was holding an axe "this'll do..." I murmur.

Walking towards the exit, the axe in my hand, the bag on my back containing all the supplies I need, pushing the door open with my shoulder I look up at the dark orange sky, the nature overgrown across the broken city that surrounds me "Dude..." I whisper as I look around, holding my axe tighter I inch through the street.

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Throwing the axe directly at a deer, it falls to the ground with a thud, standing still for a moment I look around, my heart racing, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of my face, walking towards the deer, I stop as a small village like place comes into view, staring at the civilised place I look down at the deer. Dragging the deer towards the village I look around, a few people passing stare at me "You new around here?" Looking to the side at a tall grey haired male I nod "I.. uh.. brought a... uh.. gift.." I murmur pulling the deer towards him he looks at him and smiles "that's very thoughtful of you. Your not from around here?" He asks, shaking my head I look down "No... I don't know where I'm from..." I reply, watching him nod he smiles "we all feel like that." He responds, looking up he offers his hand out "I'm Harry Caldwell." He says, shaking his hand I smile "Uh... I- Andrew" I say, watching him nod he cocks an eyebrow "Andrew....?" He drags on, shrugging I shake my head "I don't know my last name." I respond, smiling when he nods.

Sitting around the fire, my ankles crossed over each other as I lean forward, the people of the small makeshift village chatting amongst each other as they wait for the food to be cooked, Looking up at Harry Caldwell walks towards me he smiles and offers a plate out for me "Looks and smells delicious, what is it?" I ask with enthusiasm in my voice, watching him smile he points to me and right then and there, it was as if everything on this miserable, disgusting heap of rock had just stopped, as he opened his mouth and spoke those words I tried to convince myself to ignore "Humans." He says as if it was a normal response, staring at him my hand doesn't seem to move, my brain wasn't functioning properly and my heart had felt as if it had stopped "Are you okay Andrew...?" He asks, standing I grab my bag "I have to leave." I say, watching him try to speak I shake my head as I stumble out of the the presence of them, grabbing my axe hurriedly I clench my fist around the handle as I sprint through the woods.

•A few months later•

Jolting awake I look around, my makeshift bow slung around my shoulder as my axe lies in my lap, climbing out of the tree I drop to my feet with ease, stretching I tuck the axe into the pouch that's strapped around my waist, pulling my bow off of my shoulder, I hold it close to my body as I begin my journey through the woods. Standing at the side of a river, using a machete to shave the facial hair that had grown so quickly off, dropping the knife when I hear a few voices and footsteps I drop to my stomach "All I'm saying is this whole apocalypse, is like a dream come true for you." Tilting my head at the quite high masculine voice I pull my axe out "The world was shit in the beginning, an apocalypse will prove survival of the fittest." I hear a more rough masculine voice say, going to crouch up I roll forwards when someone walks behind me "Hey you okay pal?" Jumping to my feet I swing my axe at him as he backs up, his long curly hair falling over his eyes as he raises a wooden pole to counter my attacks "Calm down!" He shouts, staring at him I pant heavily "Okay... we've got a start.." he whispers, inhaling and exhaling unsteadily he raises his hands "I'm not going to hurt you." He says.

Standing beside a tree, my hands still wrapped around the two axes clipped to my leg "I'm Ethan Roman. This is Isaac Hart and Evan Killian." The long haired male from earlier says as he gestures to the two males beside him "And you are...?" The tall bald male asks, clenching my jaw I lean back "You aren't cannibals are you?" I ask, watching shock wash over their features they shake their heads rapidly "No! We eat animals." Ethan says, nodding I look down "I'm Andrew." I say, watching them give me a look as if asking for my last name "I.. don't know my last name." I murmur, watching them nod, the small framed male looks at me uneasily as the two taller males look at me with proud smiles "You survive well, but you don't look well. Come back to the Iron Rod, we'll give you medical care" the bald male says, standing I nod "You know if you try to kill me and eat me, you will lose." I say before I step off, watching them look at each other they nod "We've seen." They say, nodding I follow them through the woods.