The Infection.

Laura:

Laura:

"Fuck Ethan, let's just attract every zombie around. Shut the hell up." Of course I swore at the giant oaf, he was a hell of an idiot. Scared of a little spider, screaming at the top of his girly lungs, and waking up my sister and me.

"Sorry Laura. It was crawling into my mouth." He whined, pulling his sleeping bag up around his face. For the risk-taking asshole he claimed to be when we first found him, he's turned out to be one 6 foot tall baby. I grumbled, pulling my sleeping bag up over my face.

"Just go the hell to sleep." I muttered from inside my potato sack. Honestly I should've smothered the useless prick in his sleep days ago. All he's been doing is slowing us down, eating our food and attracting zombies. If he doesn't make himself useful soon, I might have to.

I wake to the sound of footsteps above my head. I open my eyes to see a lone zombie poking his ugly mug in our backpacks. What the damn thing's looking for, I have no clue. I slide my hand out of my sleeping bag and grab hold of my knife. I'm using my bad hand, but my aim is still decent. I slowly move into a sitting position, trying my hardest not to make any noise. I turn the knife around in my hand, getting ready to throw it when the zombies head snaps in my direction. I don't get a good look at it before I throw the knife through the air, hitting it right in between the eyes. Crawling from my sleeping bag, I go to retrieve my knife from the face of the undead. I could tell just by looking down that this zombie was in fact, female before it had been infected. She had dark hair and pretty eyes... well from what you could tell anyway. She was newly changed, as explains why she was rummaging through our supplies. She still had the urge to eat human food, or at least that's what I'd been told. She was dressed in all black, as if she had been trying to stay to the shadows before she was turned.

"Lynn, wake up." I called, waking my twin sister up from her sleep. Of course she'd be the one to sleep through impending doom. She jumped up at the sight of the dead zombie on the ground, pulling a gun from the waist of her pants. "Relax sis, she's already dead."

"How do you know it's a girl?" She asked, returning her gun to her pants. She shuffled closer, still keeping some distance. I grabbed my knife from the zombie-girls forehead and wiped the blackish tar off on my pants. I shoved it into the top of my boot and looked at my sister, raising an eyebrow.

"Well for one, she has tits." I said, pointing to the rather large chest of the girl. "And if you look at her face, she looked like she was pretty before, well... you know."

"Her pant leg is torn. Is this where she got bit? It looks like she tried to bandage it up. Oh!" She turned to vomit, but seemed to get it under control. "Her leg Laura, look at it. Oh my god." Her leg looked as though it had been bandaged, but instead of covering the wound, it had fallen down around her ankle. The bite marks, were pus-filled and swollen. No one had treated them properly before she had turned, that was for sure. The skin around the bites looked like it had already started to peel off, in chunks, grey skin revealed underneath. It truly was a revolting sight. I sighed, poor girl. I can't imagine that would've felt too great when she were alive.

"Jesus. Well it's a good thing we put her down then. Even as a zombie I'm sure that wasn't too comfortable." I picked up a rock off the ground and threw it at the third sleeping bag. Ethan shot straight up, dagger flying out, ready to fight. "Nice of you to wake up. I think you might've missed the zombie killing though."

He turned to look at us, focussing on the dead zombie on the ground. "Whoa. I slept right through that?"

"Well, you know it wasn't a spider, so I guess it didn't wake you up." He scowled at me, and I flashed him a smile.