The Last Plague

Chapter Thirteen: Goner

The pain in my chest continued rising. I felt a constant pulse in my side; I felt my vision become blurry; I felt a strange numbing inside me. Mellisa just betrayed me like that. She agreed to Nick's plan and just left me here. I felt betrayed, but the thought made me feel Nick's words. You can live and walk with me if you let this back-stabbing man ready to leave his friends behind alone to die. The words felt so cold against me. Then I remembered that I had gone back for Bethany instead of Nick. You chose Bethany over Nick. I felt a pang of guilt at that but focused on the task at hand. I needed a way to survive. I tried standing up, but the pain became too much for me to bear. I would fall back down every time I tried to sit up. I felt the pulse become stronger. A bandage would be the only thing that would cover a wound that large. But I had nothing.

I took off my shirt and tied it around my wound in a desperate attempt to cover my wound, but it was useless. The pain continued and I still bled out. The wound was too large for me to do anything with it. I felt hopeless. I just laid on the side of the road, I was a goner. I heard a moan come from beside me. What a way to die, I thought to myself. I was shot by a person who I thought was a friend, then a creature came from the grass. I stared at the place where the creature seemed to be coming from. I began to grow worried about becoming a creature. The thought horrified me as I laid there. Then I wondered what would happen if I was injured and became a creature. They didn't seem to feel pain, and if they did they ignored it, so I didn't think it would matter. Then I realized, I was assuming I was dead already. I had given up hope, and knew that there was no other way out of it. I couldn't run or even move. I laid on the ground, waiting for my impending doom. The creature finally came out of the grass.

I saw its outstretched arms and its lifeless face; I saw the lower part of flesh on its stomach and its slime; I saw the emotionless expression painted on its face. I tried to think about where it was from, or who it used to be. I waited for it to come closer and take a bite. It came closer, and I was ready to just let it bite me. I knew I'd die, so I might as well get over it. I prepared for the inevitable. Strangely, I didn't feel any regret for what I had done. I tried to stay on a positive note for my death. I breathed in quietly, then closed my eyes. Then I heard a gunshot go off in the distance.

My eyes jolted open at the sound. I stared in front of me at the approaching zombie. I kicked it away by instinct. I stared behind me, looking for the gunshot, but didn't see anything. I kicked at the creature again as it kept coming closer. I started pulling myself back as it came closer. I felt the pain in my back all over again, knowing I might have a chance of surviving. I continued staring behind me, expecting Mellisa to be running back. But the gunshot seemed too close, it seemed to have come from near me. I looked around again, then I heard another gunshot. This time, the creature fell over. I saw the grass part on my left. I stared in awe at the place where it parted, wondering who was in there.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to save you," a voice came out from the grass.

I felt safe for a moment, then I realized what the voice had said. I'm not here to save you. I became worried. I stared into the grass, knowing if the person had a gun then I didn't stand a chance fighting. I grew worried as the words continued playing in my mind. If the person wasn't here to save me, then why did he or she just save me from the creature?

"As a matter of fact, the only reason I killed the zombie was so I could kill you myself."

I don't know what I'd do after this. Having a friend stab you in the back would be hard. But a stranger suddenly coming and threatening you again? That'd be stressful. I'd be having many questions about my loyalties and trust for a while after that. Also, his thirst for vengeance should give him away. If it doesn't, I don't know what will.