Limbo Hunter: A Short Story

In what seems like an eternity in limbo Hunter comes out of it, still unable to move because of the pain. He is still in the trunk he knows that much and the car is moving. Being the soldier that he is he gives himself the once over as best he can. His leg throbs and aches, checking it there is a field dressing on it the kinda medic would use in combat he can feel it. There is no blood, the bleeding has stopped evidently the branch hadn’t hit an artery or he would be dead already. The car begins to slow finally stopping. Hunter can hear voices and through the cracks of the trunk can see strobing police lights he wants to call but can’t, his voice is not there.

It’s Sam out there and Armstrong, help! He whispers but it’s in vain nobody can
An female Israeli officer comes to his aid he can tell by the star of David on her helmet she helps him up and carries him off. Then in a separate nightmare a pretty girl is being attacked on the streets of what looks like a European city with cobblestone streets. He sees the blade of a knife whip out gleaming in the streetlight the girl screams as she is stabbed over and over again and then a bright blinding light and booming sound in his head as a mushroom cloud appears the after effects of a nuclear blast.. Hunter sweats profusely then his eyes pop open wide and he sits up screaming the force of his action breaks the straps on his arms and the IV jerks out. The frightfulness of the nightmare has boosted his adrenaline sky high and given him tremendous strength. He continues to scream at the horrific visions in his head. Breathing heavy he starts to calm down the dream is starting to fade away. Thinking someone will come in any minute he waits anxiously but no one does. The place is deathly quiet he thinks he hears some birds chirping his eyesight is clear now as he looks around the room. He had perceived he was in some sort of medical facility then he remembers the smell and his first impression of a cabin. Yes that is what he’s in wooden logs or facsimile thereof make up the walls of the structure he looks down at the floor simple wooden planking. The IV is dangling to the side of the bed, or more accurately a cat with a bad mattress. His arm isn’t bleeding from where the IV was. that’s good. Checking himself he is naked except for his boxers his leg is bandaged up good. The fall yes he then starts to feel tremendous pain in his rib cage. There is another ace bandage wrapped tightly around his midsection he then sees the blue and brown bruising. Touching the area it’s tender, yep he has a couple of cracked ribs no wonder he couldn’t move earlier. His arms arm