The Burden Of Immunity - A Zombie Novel

Chapter Five - Unlike

⚠️This story will mention things like⚠️ blood, violence, and mature language so if you do not like this I advise to you press off this story now.
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My eyes slowly open as I wake up, all my friends (including Josh) are laid around - still fast asleep. I shuffle myself to be sat against a tree branch so I can watch for danger.

'Am i seriously the first awake..' followed with a sigh and my face being cupped with my hands.

I start to stumble up to look around at my friends sleeping spots.

First I check Peter and Alex it takes me a second to get over the log they place infront of them but eventually found them asleep

As I creep back towards the tree I was sleeping near I also see that Josh is asleep at the nearby tree.

'Yup..I'm the only one awake.' I sigh again whilst going to sit down

'What time is it?' I pull up my sleeve and look at my watch and it reads "4:37am"

'Fuck it's early..' my eyes droop.

'Ugh..what do I  do then..?' I whisper to myself

'Maybe I could get supplies?..nah it's too dangerous actually' I suggest to myself.

'Not much I can do without help' I shrug to myself and lay my back against the tree yet again.

'I'll just sit and wait for everyone to awaken I guess?' I ask myself - rhetorically.

'Eh sure' I respond to my own question.

After not even that long I'm bored already admiring the same scenery can only entertain for so long after all.

It's been awhile since it's just be me, myself, and my thoughts. So lay here amongst my sleeping friends just watching over them
questioning everything, I wish I wasn't just this useless in society, out of everything I've been through why am I still alive? I was bitten for god sake and god it still hurts, But after everything I still fight because god these sleeping idiots are why I'm alive. After being reintroduced to Josh with his heavily changed appearance and trauma list  it really just made everything sink in.

'Fucking hell..' I sigh to myself as everything I've hidden in my mind dawns on me.

'Why did it have to be me?' I say

My emotions overcome me and I am soon met with disgusting tears. I have not lost as much as others, why am I more upset than them?

I feel nauseous, and so warm to the point in sweating.

I grasp my shirt and use it as a sort of makeshift tissue to wipe my tears.

I stand up and walk away from my friends to calm down

'I'm a man..I can't cry like this!' I punch the ground and shout quietly.

I sit in silence for a few seconds before my eyes water

'I'll just take a walk that'll help.' I say with a crackly voice with blurry vision

I grab a sharp stick and start to quickly wander bumping into multiple things on my way.

5 minutes later

I'm running at this point, my tears keeping their flow.

'Fuck,fuck, FUCK!' I keep shouting to myself.