Zombos

Chapter 2: I hate my doctor and - what the hell is going on?

Riley. That's me.

I'm your typical guy - I like soccer, girls, cars, COD and movies with tons of guts and blood.

No, scratch that. 

I don't think I can take any more blood and guts movie anymore. Not since my whole life has turned into one of them.

It had been a few months since the virus -infection, I don't know really, whatever- spread through the state. It came from down south in Mexico, and next thing you know - bam! Texas was hit with the disease. That's where we're trying to escape from, by the way.

At first, it was just like a new virus. Our doctor told us that the vaccine would be enough. I hate our doctor. He always has his hair slicked down and combed back and he always has this patronizing grin on his face. "Everything will be all right. It's not the end of the world yet."

After we got the vaccine though, news of the new virus didn't stop though. I still remember that day, Mom brought home a sh*t load of mini hand sanitizers. 

"Riley!" She beamed. "Look what I got for you!" She squirted out an oozing liquid. It smelled like the hospital.

"Ugh, that's disgusting, mom."

"Your face is disgusting." My mom had replied. Yeah. I know. Meet my mom.

We ate dinner in front of the TV like we did everynight. But this time, the glow from the TV seemed more ominous. That night we learned that the virus was much more serious than the seasonal flu.

A few months later, it was clear what the disease did to you.

It wasn't even fatal - it was far worse than that. You would start hemorraging - that meant bleeding, my mom told me - from your eyes, ears, nose, mouth, fingernails and who knows where else. And your skin would start to rot and you would start fevering. And your brain tissue would start to corrode and you would barely be able to make up a sentence, let alone talk properly. 

And then you'd die and wake up. 

It was the worst thing I've ever heard of.

School shut didn't shut down yet, which was fine with me. It meant that soccer season was still on, which was the only thing I had going for me anyways. I mean, I'm not stupid, but I'm not that smart either. Besides, my friend Kye told me that soccer stars get more chicks. I'm good with that.

As the weeks piled on, more and more people got infected. They were quarantined at the hospital, but no one would want to get near them. Pretty soon, some of the doctors and nurses were infected too. They even got a replacement for the news anchor.

The whole world was coming to an end.

Take that, Dr. Moore.