Short Vocabulary stories for my English class

Infection

"Yes I did run right? I went the other way I remember."  "No you didn't, you killed him; you turned and killed him." The lady stood looking at me with a grave face, holding a clipboard with a piece of paper and pen. I glanced at the paper, 

                         Patient 00103
      Height: 6,2      Last name: Pirce
Sex: Male       First: Noah
Age: Late 20s

                Symptoms: None, except memory loss
                Observations: Twitchy, restless, alert

                Infection State: To be determined

"Do you have any symptoms, aches, pains? Do you recall what happened after the crash, do you remember what happened to your friend Davis?" She stood there blinking in the chair with concern, waiting for me to reply. " I remember"-"Write this down so we don't forget." She whispered to the man in the corner with a typewriter cutting me off. "All I remember is saying to Davis.....

                       Backtrack 2 days earlier....

"God dammit Davis, start the car. They are coming!" I said scared and tense. Davis, without looking, trying to jumpstart the car replied "I'm trying, I can't find the blue wire, can you shine the flashlight down here for God's sake!" he said with a tone of umbrage.  I have never been scared of anything, but ever since the apocalypse; I have never been more scared of people than the biters. Before, I always thought that humans were somewhat intentionally good (for the most part). However, putting your trust in someone; especially Davis, is the scariest thing when there is nothing you can do but wait and hope for divine intervention. The chance for human error is high and even more high when your whole life, and future is in the hands of a stranger. I have no doubt that the biters will rip me to shreds, but with Davis; I have doubts and it's scary.

"I got it, I got it Noah, I can't believe I got it started!" Davis said. The car started and Davis put it in drive. "Drive, drive, go!" I yelled with my voice filled with evident ramshackle.
"They are in the way." Davis yelled. "Then drive through them, it's the only auspicious way!" It was impetuous to say that, but these creatures are not human anymore, they are just walking corpses. When the infection started in 2013, my palate for the arts was more evident than now. I was more assuaged and my deportment was better. However, now I did what I needed to survive. I've killed and cheated my way through, and I'm not proud of it. If it comes to that with Davis, I will not think twice. Maybe I'm the infection? Maybe I am the disease? No, that is guff, I did what I needed to do to survive and looking back on it, it was my only choice. I had to kill them. It was the only way, but it should have been me; I should have died. I was bitten, it should have been me instead of them. Ah that sounds so haughty, but I am not mad right? No, surely I am not, I may lie, but everyone lies right? But I do have to say my palette of lying is colorful and I do think of predilection with my lying skills. "The intrusive thoughts are getting worse" I mumbled. "Huh, what did you say?" Davis said, looking over to me in the passenger seat. "Oh, nothing..."

"Watch out!" Craaaasshhh. "Davis are you there, Davis where are you? I yelled. My head was pounding and my heart was beating rapidly. I felt lightheaded and my vision was blurry. I groped my way out of my seatbelt and fell on the dashboard of the car. I crawled on shards of glass, feeling my way through. Eventually, I made my way through the front window onto the asphalt. Davis was not in the driver's seat, but spread out 30 ft from the crash. "Davis!" I pushed my way up to my feet grabbing on the car door handle using it as leverage. "Davis," I staggered  over as fast as I could to him. I looked down and could see my shirt was stained with blood, I lifted up my shirt to find a glass shard embedded into my right side. I rushed over to Davis checking his pulse to see if he was alive. "You've been bitten!" There were bite marks on his arm; they were new. "Why didn't you tell me?" I said to him invectively as if he was alive. The biters were coming closer, so I ran. 

"That's all I remember, after that nothing." The room was silent except for the clicking of the typewriter, and the leak in the ceiling. Drip, drip, drip, pause. Drip drip drip, pause. The clicking of the typewriter stopped. "So you don't remember biting him after the crash?" I looked at the tall grave woman perplexed. "Huh, no I wouldn't do that. I would never; he saved my life!" "But you said it yourself, you're a good liar." My anger intensified, my thoughts were racing. I wanted to kill her. This voice inside of me wanted her to die; I tried my best to interdict it. It was no use, it got louder, and louder. I rushed from my chair to attack her. "I am so hungry," I said. "Quick grab the shot!"

"Is he awake? His mind was obstreperous to the anesthesia, so I had to give him the vaccine while he was asleep. Do you think the shot worked?" The faint voices talked in random sounds and gibberish. "Do you think he will be open to edification?" "No it's too risky, not with the state he is in, it would be too presumptuous. However, what is baffling is the similarities and analogies of behaviors with patient 220. All the tests for the vaccine didn't work, do you think this new one has a plausible chance to work?" The voices were getting louder and clearer, eventually the babbles formed words and words to sentences. "Time will tell"