Breath Of Death

Broken.

Eventually I made it to Brooklandville after 4 hours, I found a neighborhood and scouted a little bit before I decided that's where I was gonna stay. I used the water from a flower pot outside and my shirt to wipe off the dried zombie blood off of my face. Then it started to rain so I dumped whatever was in the pot out so it could fill up.
The rain started to pour harder and a burning sensation stung my left shoulder. I winced placing my hand over it and ran inside of the house. I found a bathroom and pulled my shirt off to see the damage.
The shirt in my hand dropped and my heart sank at the sight of my shoulder. I looked at it in the mirror just to make sure I was hallucinating from being so dehydrated. Purple and blue veins danced in a circle around clear indentions from teeth. I had been bitten.
I replayed every second that happened 4 hours prior to being here in my head over and over again trying to think how it happened. It must've happened when I was thrown over the desk.
My mind raced as my whole body began to lose feeling. I let my body drop to the floor and tears fall. I let out the loudest scream my throat would allow me without a care of who heard.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What do I do now?
I probably laid on that floor for a solid 4 hours. I didn't want to move. You don't move when you're dead and I'm already dead. I could feel how dry my cheeks and eyes were after my body wouldn't let anymore tears trickle down them.
When I finally did decide to get up, it felt like my whole body was an anchor ready to fall into the deepest part of the ocean. My future weighing so heavy on my mind, I put my shirt back on and looked through the cabinets of the house and found a large bottle of rum. I gave it no thought when I took it outside with me to look at the stars in the dark sky.
The alcohol hitting my throat burned as much as the bite in my shoulder but I didn't care. The stars in the sky were the only thing that deserved my attention.
I waited until the bottle was close to empty before I brought my bag outside with me and started to look at everything I had. Serene's necklace and ring were still there so I put both of them on. Holding them close to me, I thought about being able to be with her again. Maybe even with my mom too. The memories with them brought me some kind of peace.
My thoughts were scrambled by the alcohol in my system and I felt like a feather. Ready to be taken away by the next gust of wind. My eyes wandered to the gun that peeked out of my bag. The image of the day I fist met Serene played into my mind. What I was about to do before I met her. What I should've done.
I picked it up and looked at it carelessly. It was heavier than normal in my hand. I rested my chin on the top of it and looked into the stars. Then I pulled it.
Of course the only other time I try to kill myself, there's gotta be no bullets in the chamber to do it. I used my last one on the zombie that killed me unknowingly. What. A. Waste.
I screamed in anger and threw it directly at the ground. It didn't break so then I grabbed the rum and drank the rest before I smashed it on the ground. Glass shattered everywhere and even nipped me. I had some in my hair and my clothes as well.
I let my knees fall into it and sobbed in my hands. Then I decided to stay there for the rest of the night. I slept on the hard ground on broken glass without a care in the world. Can't give a fuck when you don't have one to give. What? I get attacked by an infected? Whoops! A little too late for that!