Infected

Chapter 8

Infected: Chapter VIII

I wake up groggily, I'm in Mum & Dad's old bed, when they ran away mysteriously, Finnick and I started using this bed as a 'sick bed'. I look down at myself and see a forest of bandages and rags, cutting off areas of circulation and stopping bleeding in others. Finnick is probably getting me breakfast, he's nice like that. I can hear screaming coming from downstairs, that's Finnick's voice! I leap out of bed and ready myself for a deadly fist-fight with the walking undead. I run down the stairs, adrenaline spreading throughout my body, I can feel my sight readying, my muscles growing stronger, I've always been a fight kind of person, so is Finnick, but I don't know if adrenaline even works in a zombie. I run down the steps into the front room. A zombie sprints out infront of me, I take a huge, heavy swing, but my fist is grabbed infront of its face. I look around my arm, "Finnick?!" I ask questionably, I let the adrenaline pass, I loosen my fist, "What the hell is up?!" I ask again angrily,

"Dude," FInnick sighs,

"We're out of food." He says, he looks at me sadly, like a starving dog. I can't believe it, "I knew this would happen..." I say,

"Wait, can't you scavenge for more?" I ask Finnick this even though I know the answer,

"I'm sorry, last time was the last time..." He replys. Okay, this is bad, we have run out. We are going to have to go OUTSIDE!!