Omega Infection

Chapter 6 (Perspective change)

Halfway to the next town was when we found some trouble.

It seems some Immunes had found an old military camp, used near the beginning of the infection, and had created a camp out of it. Once they saw my Horde, they started shooting.

I moved Bill, Jane, and myself to the middle of the Horde, and started to organise the Commons. I had a good amount of them attack on the right side, from out point of view, and go for a frontal assault. These bastards, I'm sure they're bandits, had created some make-shift barb wire fences out of the scraps of the camp.

I decide to look through the eyes of several different of my infected, mainly because the previous ones I looked through had died.

"What's going on, Mr. D?," Jane asks my body. Replying through my own mouth, but still looking through a Common's eyes, "I'm trying to see how strong their defence is. This is some bandit camp."

And then I see it. A weak spot in their defences: a small hole where some animal probably dug through the fence. Returning back to myself, I shout out commands for the Commons to head for that hole. From an Immune perspective, my shouted orders were just wordless shrieks.

I looked through the eyes of a Common again, and see that my Infected have penetrated their defences. As more of the Horde enter into the camp, the bandits attempt to burrow themselves into some bunker, or try to run away completely. Sadly for them, whilst the frontal assault was happening, the remainder of my Horde was sent to surround the camp and eat any runners, adding them to our numbers.

Nearing the last few a survivors, I command my Horde to incapacitate some of them for Bill, Jane, and I. We're infected, too; we're still affected by the hunger. And we've been traveling for quite a while...

Entering the front doors, I greet some of our new members. It's completely unnecessary, but I just do it... To keep my humanity? If it weren't for Jane, I'd probably go insane. I talk to Bill too, but he can't talk back. Whenever I decide to talk to Bill, he does seem to nod or shake his head at times, but I might be imagining that.

Jane just keeps quiet when I talk to Bill.

Entering the last few rooms, I see the few survivors that were left for us. One of them looks like he was the leader, or of some higher authority. His ankle is twisted and one of his hands have been smashed. He looks at me in terror

"Stay away, you freaks! I've lasted this long, I don't want to join you now. Just kill me!"

I tilt my head sideways at him, keeping quiet. Jane and Bill are in different rooms, enjoying their meals. There are two Commons in the room with me. I command them to leave the room. Once they do, I shut the door.

"Wh-what are you doing!" the man yells at me. I face him, and just stare at him.

"Well, go on! Do it quick," he tells me. His eyes are wide, panic-filled. He has a shaved head, height of maybe 5'6" but I can't be sure with him laying there. He's wearing a basic white tank top, showing off some tattoos that are covering his arms. I tilt my head and look at him.

"What are you looking at, you focker?"

I lift up my right arm. He watches me. I make a writing motion. He looks at me, confused.

"Do you want something?"

I nod. He widens his eyes. "You understand me?!" I nod again. "Okay... So what do you want with me?" I make the writing motion again. I even use my left hand to look like I'm writing on a notepad.

"Ch-check that drawer there," he points with his broken hand, wincing at the pain. I go to the drawer and find a pen and a note book. Smiling, I pick it up and turn towards him. Attempting to control the hunger, I write down some words.

Who are you, and what do you know of the area around you?

"M-my name is Chester. I just know about this camp here because I've been here the entire time," he answers.

Did your camp communicate with any others? Did your scouts find other Immunes?

Chester looks at me quizzically. "Why the Fock should I tell you, you flesh-eating arse!"

I stare at him. It's hard to, not because he frightens me, but because of the hunger. I silently (telepathically?) command a Common to save another Immune for me. I have a feeling about Chester here... I go back to writing so he'll understand me.

I'm attempting to find my old camp. I want to help them safely find a cure. As much fun as this may seem, being an intelligent "flesh-eater," I'd like to go back to being normal.

Chester looks at me for a while, staring at what I had wrote. He appears to have saddened. Looking at me, he tells me of how some scouts had gone as far as Chattanooga and, on the outskirts of the city, there was another survivor camp. "That's about all I know, Mr... Zombie. I was just third-in-command," Chester says to end his series of information. "What will you do with me?" I stare at him for a while, unsure as to how to answer this. Given my nature, I obviously have to infect him. But I'd rather he stay human. He sees that I must be having some sort of internal conflict, given that I'm merely looking at the floor in front of him now. "Just go ahead and bite me. My hand is destroyed and it'll probably kill me without any medical attention." He shows me his smashed hand. It's his left, and hopefully that wasn't his dominant hand...

Why did I think that? Do I still have some humanity in me? I think so... Worrying about this guy's hand and hoping it wasn't his dominant, doesn't seem to be something a zombie would worry himself with.

So be it. I shall bite your left forearm, so you will become Infected and hopefully will still be able to communicate with me.

Chester looks down, solemn. He lifts his arm, as a sign of acceptance of his fate. I bite his forearm, as I had said, then leave the room. While he's turning, I decided to eat my meal now.

I am so hungry....