Omega Infection

Chapter 2

The flashbacks I mentioned? They involved me seeing my friends, the survivors that I had been with through a year of this hell on Earth. Necro-as we called him-the silent but deadly killer. The ex-special forces soldier, code-named Rabbit, who had helped Necro and I during a raid, then stayed with us.

I sacrificed myself to save them.

I had to; there was no other way. I needed to save them, and those who had joined us. And I was almost successful in surviving it. But the last infected that I killed had gotten a bite out of me as well.

I rub the spot where he bit me. On my right, where my shoulder meets my neck. I look up-the flashbacks stopped for a second- and notice that I have reached the first house of the town. Walking down the street, I look left and right for any signs of life.

I say life, because I don't see myself as being dead. I might have lost enough blood to kill me, but I don't feel dead. The whole symptoms I see from being infected so directly is that everything seems lighter. And I don't feel pain from the wound that the infected inflicted on me. Maybe this was different for some other infected.

You see, I was immune to the virus. So are other survivors, that are currently alive. The OmaV ended up going waterborne, and infected everyone who was not immune to it that way. Immune, however, can still be infected through the direct way. I am an example of that. But I don't know how it is for other infected. Is this what it's like? Are they aware of their infection, aware of being bitten for those who were? Do they all remember their past lives?

Movement to my right interrupted my thoughts. I look over to see what it is. At first glance, I see a man in a suit. The suit is a bit raggedy, but alright. He has all these spots on him, or areas that are darker than others. I walk closer to him. As I do, and as I focus more on him, everything gets darker. I see him now as a greyish tint. His jaw his hanging off to the side, being completely broken off his left.

"Hey there, sir. Uhm..." I say in my attempts to communicate. From an Immune point of view, I was probably growling, snarling, and stuff like that.

He looks over at me. And just stares.

And stares.

And I stare back. Then, I decide something else. "Hey," I address him, "pick up that stick next to you." To be more exact, it looks more like part of a fence that has been broken next to him. We are in front of a light blue house, now that I see things normally.

The man looks over at the broken fence post. He bends over, and picks it up. Observing this, I decide to command him to do something else.

"Turn around, and drop the stick"

He does exactly that.