"After Roswell" - A.H. Roberts (the gingerbread man read aloud txt) 📗

in my legs. As move like an old human to the window. Out the window I see streets, houses, and long roads with passing vehicles in the distance. It looks so alien and mysterious. I think hard to unearth any memories of these images. With a lifeless face. I seek answers from the horizon. I snap out of it. Still baffled about how I got here. Walking to the bathroom is a pain staken effort. It takes me almost ten minutes to reach the door. A mere distance of about ten yards. I enter the bathroom. Which I take a moment to catch my breathe. Almost drain all my energy just walking one end to the other. Eyes deep into the mirror. I move and touch my sweaty face. A gliche in my cortex electrifies a inner pulse through my body. Memories of my people and these humans flash in my eyes. Now everything is returning to me. I remember all that was forgotten to me in that brief moment. I must have suffer a severe trama to my brain? Feeling the back of my head is a scar. Not very long. But runs wide and narrow. These human doctors did a good job on my injuries. I can't remember everything. I was looking for something or someone? I have no idea what had lured me near here? My mind is still working on some bits to the puzzle. I'm sure all will be fine and all will be remember. Type of injury to the brain can cause some memory lost. In this weaken state. It be wise for me to remain in bed. Falling back asleep. So not alarm the medical staff. They could think I'm still in a coma-like state?
With nothing to do. I look up at the ceiling. I wonder how long I've been in a coma? Is it even safe to stick around this hospital. Possible the police already have been contacted. But I can't leave in this condition. I don't have the strength to even make it to the bathroom. So I lay here with the power of my mind trapped in the body of a fragile and battered human. Weak and helpless. I still have this human resemblance. Which gives me the advantage. I doubt these medical professionals have the slightest idea of my true identity. Still the police are a factor to deal with. They could be coming or already have been here? So far nobody knows that I've awaken from my deep sleep. In my head I formulate a plan to get out of here. Without being notice would be nice. I think about the possible escape routes to take. Going out the window is a good plan. But not a great one. I don't think my body can take anymore damage which it has already has suffered. Going out the way I came in. Seems to be a better solution. Need to exit this room. Being calmed and relax. I'll make myself immune to their physical presence around me. Blend in with the crowd and have them escort me from this building. I take a slow walk toward the door. With a weak grip on the door knob. I open it. What was fuzzing commotion has turned up a volume of clarity. But the staff just keeps to their duties. At the end of the hallway. A police officer is posted down the hall. He is sitting in a chair. Down the other end shows only a window. With no logical escape. I have to be mentally invisible to make a clean get away. Only one way out now. Have to slip by the guard. Need to be quick and silent. I wait for a congestion of people to fill the hall. Picking a perfect moment. I hop into a crowd of nurses and doctors. Soon this crowd of people. Move pass the sights of the guard. He seems not to pay much attention to the people moving infront of him. Now I'm clear of view from the guard. As I walk to the direction of the stairs. With the bright fluoresent lighting shining on me. I can't focus on the signs hanging above the corridor. Being half-blinded. I somehow make it to the door. Which leads to the stairs. Down to the lobby. I take my time and avoid more injury. Carefully I place one foot at a on the step. With a grip of the staircase handrail for support. To speed up my escape. I grip the handrail with two hands. Picking up pace. I count down the floors. "9, 8, 7,....." I stop on floor five. Need to take a rest. Soon after a few minutes. I hear a door above me open. Over the rail. A head pops over."Hey you! Stop right there!" The officer I passed by earlier hollers. Soon I see him run down the stairs. With the break cut short. I make my way down the next floor. Going faster with each step. I'm going so fast. I forget to place my feet and tumble down. I cradle myself. With each tumble I protect my head. After two floors. I finally stop, hitting the wall. A impact with such force that the whole hospital could feel it. Pain runs across my body. I'm immediately dazed, trying to regain direction. Somehow I become shallow toward the pain. If I remain here. I'm done for. Soon I hear a voice. Nothing from the outside. But that sounds familar. It speaks within."Keep moving. Don't stop". This voice repeats the same words. It keeps going on inside of my mind. Like a group of nats that fly overhead. You swing and ignore them. Yet they never go away. To stop this voice. It will require from me to obey what it ask. So obey I shall. My life may depend on it?
I'm slow to get up and my vision is that of a intoxicated human. I should know. I've experience that condition before. My legs tremble from the pain in my back. Now the officer has time to catch up to me. I run to the next floor. Almost jumping steps to create distance between us. But I'm in such pain the pace begins to slow. At one moment the officer almost grabs onto my hospital gown. His grip slips. I'm able to break free from capture. I'm still banged up from crashing into the wall. So he isn't too far from me. The officer reaches for my arm this time. I turn around with a closed fist and take a shot at the officer. Barely connecting with the officer's face. In the act of punching him. I take a bad step backwards, falling over. To avoid another tumble. I grab the officers shirt. Now both begin to tumble down the stair. I try to use the officer in breaking my fall. Now we reach the end of the stairs. Near the door toward the lobby. Somehow during the fall. We never got really hurt. Just some bumps and cuts. But while on the ground. I was able to take the officer's baton. From there I press it up against his throat. Only slightly enough to pass him out. With the officer subdue. I take his pistol. For a minute. I make sure nobody else is coming. With the area secured. I walk out the door. When opening the door. I see there is a small crowd of doctors forming a circle. They are talking and laughing amongst each other. Near some glass doors. Is a desk housing a security officer. He is seated facing the entrance. I hop into a nearby wheelchair and in hopes of just rolling out the door with no altercation. With little noise. I roll the wheelchair right pass the guard. I look only at my escape. Even when the guard questions me."Are you going outside with the wheelchair? Hospital policy states no wheelchairs outside of the hospital". Before I can get to the door. A police car pulls up front. Lights flashing and sirens roaring. I roll the wheels of the chair backwards. As I turn the wheels of the chair around. I'm surrounded by several officers. That officer I put into submission earlier. Speaks from behind me."Alright buddy. Take it easy and put the weapon on the ground". With the gun between my legs. I carefully push it off the seat. There I place my hands behind my head. I know fighting them is a foolish idea. I'm way too weak to fight these officers. So without resistance. I let them take me in. He places cuffs around my wrist. Small amount of hatred have developed in his eyes. A anger toward me. That if it wasn't for outside forces. He most likely would kill me. I guess no person ever gets the best of him? It was overshadowed before. I'm becoming myself again. Slowly, but in time. I will push these human emotions aside. These primitive feelings that have long expired in my people. I now know these emotions can block you from other pressing issues. One of many reasons that have kept me stuck here. All pain, pity emotion, and strong hearted feelings for these humans. Will have to vanish. I'm focus only on getting off of this world and returning to my people. Especially since I feel so close to the conclusion. A final ending to an hellish start.
I'm taken back to my room. But this time with the door locked and guards posted outside. Unfortuatly the situation has become elevated and heated. A very high temper of unbelievability ignites inside of me. How come I always find myself in these kind of situations? At least with Hank. Any thought of danger never presented itself much to me. I begin to miss my Earth-friend. Enjoying the times in knowing the positive side of the human race. Now I've experience the lunacy of these intelligent beings. Their wars, conflicts, and social problems that plague them all around. They don't have a clue on the ramifications that await them in the future. Especially if certain issues don't get fixed right now. But enough of this talk. I'm trapped, hungry, and have no idea where this place is. Judging by the police outside and around the building. My identity must have been uncover. Could of explain the guard outside earlier? Still there is a lapse of time that I can't remember. How did they find me? How long have I been in a coma? It seems these past events that have accumulated over time. Have finally caught up to me. The death of Hank, a murder, and the explosion of my house. Those events alone could give them details on my true identity. Hopefully nobody from the night of the crash have been informed. Men in camo uniforms that stole my ship and took my crew. I fear them the most. Some have appeared in my dreams. Which create an array of nightmares. In those dreams the navigator warned me about these men in black suits. That if I encounter these men. That I will also suffer the same faint as him. Even though I have little information of what actually happen to the navigator? In my present situation. I have to count on this human disguise to shield me from these men. But I'm curious if these men in black suits are the same from my dream? This could all be an illusion. Which is causing me to panic. But why panic? I've encounter deadly creatures from other worlds. Save certain races from annihilation. Even form truce and alliances with other civilizations. But with the possibility of never returning home. It paints the current expression on my face. I now hate the fact of waiting on a certain moment. A moment when I find the truth. Years ago when I arrived here. Getting rescue