Infected: Chapter VII
The next day I decide to make John breakfast, we fixed the barricade with some wood, it only took about half an hour, we had a small amount of dinner, then he passed out in bed. So I put bandages on his cuts and bruises and put ice on his back while he slept. I am reading one of John's old 2009 newspaper cartoon cut-outs as I reach around in the cupboard above me to grab some cereal. I realise I am not grabbing anything, I reach around the cupboard quizzically, nothing. I put down my collage of cut-outs and climb onto the benchtop and look around in the cereal cupboard, where we keep our sometimes stale, sometimes fresh breakfast material. "Ah, there you are," I mutter to myself, as I reach in and find the Nom-Nom-O's in the corner. I pull up a bowl and pour the cereal in, rustle-rustle, nothing is coming out, I shake the box, only a few morsels come out, I look inside the box, there is no more left. "NO way!" I say to myself, we have run out of cereal. I sprint to the fridge and I wrench the fridge door open, only empty boxes, and remains of old leftovers. All the draws and cupboards, NOTHING!!
WE HAVE RUN OUT OF FOOD!!
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Infected
AdventureTwo brothers named John and Finnick are in a zombie apocalypse, surviving day after day is becoming a challenge. Especially since one of the brothers is a zombie.
