Pedestrian Sequel

Leonard stared at all the houses as the car drove him through the empty city streets. The faint flickering in the windows burned in his mind. How could this have happened? He had never seen anyone out in his 10 years of walking outside and on this fateful night there just happened to be someone out there and his life would change forever. He'd never be free to walk around again.

The car stopped abruptly in front of an immense white building. Harsh light escaped from the windows and almost blinded Leonard. "Get out!" the robotic voice hummed.

Leonard pushed himself out of the car and stood in front of it for a moment. Men in white lab coats emerged from the building. They grabbed Leonard's arms with great force. "Wait, stop! I just want to watch TV, I promise I'll never walk around again! Please stop!" The second man pulled a syringe filled with clear fluid out of his coat pocket. Leonard felt a stab of pain in his neck and a dull pain lingered even after the needle left his neck.

Hours later Leonard woke. He didn't even remember falling asleep. His body might as well have been paralyzed. Every inch of his body was strapped down to a cold metal table. A bright light shone above him. Wires were stuck all over his head. A monitor rhythmically beeped every few seconds. Green lines fell up and down on a screen that he could just barely see. A doctor came in and began writing things down on a chart. Leonard opened his mouth to speak but no words escaped. He couldn't speak. Whatever he had been given left him completely speechless. If he wanted to cry for help there would be no one who could hear him. No one. He had lived most his life with no one. No wife. No TV. No friends. Nothing. Leonard was used to nothing. Now he wasn't so sure how he felt about being alone.

Another doctor came through the doors at the end of the room. He was wearing scrubs and had white gloves plastered around his hands. More doctors piled in the room. The doctor in the scrubs grabbed a scalpel from a tray of tools. He slowly lowered it to Leonard's skull.

Leonard had a feeling that they were going to gut him like a fish and use his brain for testing. This wasn't how he wanted to die. There may have been people in this room, but he was all alone. He had lived alone so he might as well die alone. And he did.

After hours of operating the surgeons had removed his head and placed it in a medical cooler. They were going to need this to research regressive tendency's and Leonard's brain was the perfect one to test.