A Bite of Zombie

Chapter 1

The sounds of a woman vomiting in the nearby room startled the man as he approached the door that entered that room. Gulping down his fear, he held the pocket knife to his chest tightly. He trembled with fear, but knew there was no other way than to face his fears. He soon noticed that the door wasn't completely shut. Peaking in through the crack, he saw the back of the young girl who was vomiting into the sink. Her back arched with each gag she made. Taking his chance, he shoved open the door and held out his knife towards her.

"S-Stay where you are!" He shouted.

Sweat trickled down his temple and his breathing increased. The girl slowly turned around, her face covered by her messy strawberry blond hair. By her appearance, she looked ill. He wasn't sure if she was infected or not, but his guess was yes. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and sighed.

"You should leave." She muttered.

She took a step towards him and lifted her head, her bloodshot eyes meeting his. He stumbled back, trying to keep from crying out with fear.

"You're...infected." He found it difficult to speak.

"Well, not exactly." She whispered. "You should leave or you may regret it."

He wasn't sure what she meant, but she was right. It was either he killed her or

ran for it. He had never killed another human, not once in his life; but ever

since the outbreak, it seemed survival was all that mattered.

"If you're not infected, then what are you?" He took another step back, preparing to escape.

She grinned from ear to ear, her eyes widening and she licked her lips with

anticipation. She suddenly reached out and grabbed the blade of his knife and

squeezed. Blood oozed from her palm, yet she didn't wince or react in any way,

which surprised him.

"I'm somewhere in-between." She said before pouncing him and sinking her teeth into his neck.

The man screamed as blood began to pour from the open artery in his neck. Whatever he did, no matter how strong he was, she overpowered him as she ate away at the flesh and meat of his neck. As time passed, his strength slipped away. Tears filled his eyes as he fought the urge to sleep. Darkness was all he saw now. Coldness was all he felt. Before falling into a death sleep, he heard the woman speak into his ear, "I'm sorry."

Brooklyn looked down at the dead man at her feet with a grimace. In an hour tops he would become one of the living dead all thanks to her. Groaning, she pulled the glock from the holster she wore around her waist. Without second thought, she blew his brains all over the floor. Licking her lips, she found the urge to fall to her knees and enjoy the delicacy that was upon the floor. She wasn't a dog, she still had common sense.

Ever since the outbreak a year ago, it was kill or be killed. Brook bent back

her head and blinked up at the plain boring white ceiling with a frown. That

was around the time she was bit. Putting the glock back in place, she headed

back into the bathroom and turned on the water at the sink. Cupping her hands

together, she put them under the running water then splashed the water onto her face, letting the blood and sweat wash away. She softly moaned, relishing how the cool water felt against her feverish skin. Finally after moments of

standing in silence, she glanced into the small square mirror in front of her

and winced inwardly. Her eyes-yes, her eyes were still blood red. Not just

blood shot, but the irises of her eyes had changed red.

"Shit." She muttered under her breath.

It didn't matter. Wether she was hungry or horny, her eyes always became

this way. She wasn't like others. Ever since being bit, she changed, but in a

different way. While others became like zombies out of movies, she became

something darker and more predator like. She was stronger, but not only strength-wise. She now had powers she never knew were possible. Brook slowly looked down at her shaking hands, which were palm up. Drawing her hands into tight fists, she mentally told herself she needed to be strong. Were there others like her out there? She had already been to nearly each and every state, yet handn't found anyone with her abilities and/or curse.

After wiping her hands onto her jeans, she glanced up at her reflection one last time. Studying her features in hope that they wouldn't change any more than they already had. Shoulder length strawberry blond hair, pale smooth skin, narrow nose, pouty lips and light freckles that covered her high cheek bones and nose. Her eyes were their normal blue-grey again, making her exhale with relief.

Leaving the house, she walked out into the warm summer night air, letting it envelop her. A breeze drifted past her, as if beckoning her to follow it. Instead, she went against it. The streets were desserted of life. Only empty cars and a baby stroller were the only things she saw on the road ahead of her. Smoothing back her loose hair, she tried to decide her next location. She still felt bad about the human man she had devoured. Honestly, he was the first living breathing human she had seen in 3 days. Brook walked down the road and studied the houses that aligned the road on both sides. No signs of life, not a single damn sign.

She sniffed the air, taking in that warm fresh air into her burning lungs. There wasn't even a sign of a single living dead either. Wherever the living were, the dead were there too. It was common sense actually. Where ever there was food, that was where you stayed. Food was essential to survive.

"Well, Oklahoma is no longer a good place to stay. Where should I go next?" She

questioned herself. "New York sounds good."

A smile danced across her face as she put her hands together happily. It

was like a new adventure. Maybe she would discover something new! It was

decided, she would find a car and make sure it was full of gas before she

headed out. It was already four in the morning, therefore now was a perfect

time to start out on her new journey. Skipping down the road, it only took her

twenty minutes to find a car that had at least half a tank of gas left. After

hotwiring the very dusty, but pretty red Ford focus, she headed over to the

nearby gas station.