The Burden Of Immunity - A Zombie Novel

Chapter Seven - Infected

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⚠️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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(Time skip)

It's been a few months now, around October I presume if I've counted right, well I know it's Atleast autumn because the trees are turning orange, red, and dead. Quite fitting isn't it?

I don't understand why it's been so silent lately..nature seems to be adapting to the lack of humans, I've never seen so many animals unskittish..if that's even a word. The zombies don't really attack them, although they can become undead, sometimes.

I'm pretty sure my wounds now gone infected, I can't stop picking at it, the lack of showers in the apocalypse is definitely starting to be clear, I'm fucking filthy and I'm stinking mate. My arm hurts so bad and goop won't stop coming out my zombie wound..eugh...

But I suppose I should be grateful to even be alive after that, I'm the 'lucky one'. Just a regular guy who's supposedly immune - well if I'm not immune it's taking a damn long time for my transformation.

Honestly I've never really understood the concept of life, but since I've now got an abundance of time I've put a lot of thought it it. Religion, afterlife, rebirth, it's all strange to think about. Is there life on other planets? If you asked me last year or something when I was obsessed with space I probably would've told you we'd find out in due time because of NASA. I'm sure you could take  a guess why I don't believe that now.

My skins like a dirty peice of leather - rough and ragged, although not dusty. You know, maybe I'm secretly a super hero, but that's a stupid thought isn't it? Of course I'm not, i'm an antisocial weirdo who's still alive, too scared to die, to be in pain, to hurt my friends. Peters been too nice recently it's scaring me and Alex, their both so unlike their past selves its almost like they switched bodies - they act how the other acted previously. Peters more attached and Alex more distant.

Supplies are coming harder to come across, everything we find that's not canned goods is usually out of date - or just disgusting. Medicine is especially hard to find - bandages and pain killers are practically like praying to win the lottery.

I hope we find medicine - paracetamol and some heavier pain killers would be nice.

Josh's head had been hurting lately he's been complaining of migraines, stomachaches, and ear ringing, I hope he'll be okay - it's just a flu probably, but where did he get it?

We are currently in a pharmacy look for the remnants of anything really, it's creepy in here since there's zero lights. I just feel nervous just walking around here so recklessly- trust me this is so sketchy.

Did your parents ever tell you to not walk home in the dark because someone could attack you, well the whatever you imagine happening from that brief is what I think of this place.

It's quite dusty in here we all have something covering our mouths so we don't breathe in debris but I suppose it's also because of the smell, but lately my nose has been blocked so I don't smell it anyway, I suspect I might be catching whatever sickness Josh has.

'Fuck this place is disgusting, it stinks..' Josh says covering his mouth and nose.

'Glad I can't smell it..nor do I want to imagine it..' I replied - slightly mocking them and their ability to smell.