Contagious

part eight

It had been around two days since serj was infected and he was already showing signs of turning. They decided to take a break from touring for a little bit and go to a restaurant. Daron was waiting anxiously for Serj to turn.

Shavo wasnt interested in eating; so he took the opportunity to strike up a conversation with one of the female waitresses, Leaving John, Daron and Serj at the table. Daron took note of her fingernails, they looked grayish like daron's. Felix had told Daron that zombies have a substance under their fingernails that make the virus contagious. It also turns your fingernails gray. It made Daron nervous but he couldn't say anything. He just hoped for the best.

A waiter came by to take their order. John and Serj ordered something normal, but Daron ordered chow mein with the strongest spice on the menu.

"You must really like spicy food..." John remarked.

"Its the only thing I can taste, My tastebuds are just about as dead as the rest of me." Daron joked.

As serj was eating his stomach started to hurt really bad. He exused himself and went to the bathroom, as soon as he walked through the door he felt a big wave of nausea and dizziness.
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Thirty minutes had passed; serj still hadn't come back from the bathroom. Daron had his fair share of fireball shooters. When he was human he didn't like alcohol; but now since he couldn't taste anything other than spicy he didn't care.

"Serj has been in the bathroom for a long time..." John noticed.

"So has shavo, I bet he's hooking up with that one chick" Daron giggled.

John laughed, but was still concerned.

"You should go look for him since you're the zombie..." John hinted.

"Oh shit..." daron realized that serj was a ticking time bomb and could turn at any minute. He quickly sobered up and hurried to the bathroom.

Daron knocked, no answer as he expected. Daron opened the door and saw Serj laying on the bathroom floor next to a garbage can. Looks like he didn't make it, there was puke on the floor, a lot of it.

Daron sighed before picking the unconscious singer up and carrying him on his shoulder, Daron was surprised by his own strength. He noticed the white streaks in Serj's hair just like his.

"You called it." Daron sighed.

Shavo was finally back from "talking" with the waitress. When he saw Serj on darons shoulder he knew what was up. It had began.

"We're leaving, somebody finally decided to turn." John nudged shavo. "Did you have fun?"
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Serj woke back up after a few hours, now with pale skin, dark circles and a very strong appetite. He stepped into the kitchen as Daron was cooking and smelled something different. It made him drool, Daron noticed.

"Smells good huh?" Daron smirked.

"Yeah... what is that?" Serj asked.

"A human liver." Daron answered. Serj immediately got an uncomfortable "oh shit" look on his face.

"Oh..." Serj said, very weakly.

Daron started to dish up the freshly cooked food. There were two bowls, Daron set them down and sat across from Serj.

"This is the worst part about being like me, But you're gonna have to get used to it. Eat up." Daron scooted the bowl towards him.

Serj reluctantly scooped up a small bit of the food with his fork and stared at it. He braced himself and put the fork in his mouth. To his surprise he couldn't taste it, it needed something.

"You got any hot sauce?" Serj asked.