The Infected (Old Version)

Chapter Eighteen: The Discovery

A/N: Sorry for the wait! Hope it makes up for it! :D

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Chapter Eighteen: The Discovery

Sarah’s POV:

                A lot of my friends say I shouldn’t be as trusting as I am, but I usually am anyways.

                When this whole apocalypse started, I became more shut in and not so outgoing as I once was. I was terrified and heartbroken. Life as I had known it had crumbled before my eyes and there was no going back. I guess seeing my life being ripped apart scarred me.

                I missed my family and friends. I knew these people here; Zoe, Alayna, Destiny, Mandy, and the boys are my family now, but I still feel small and sad when I think about the others I lost.

                My family and my friends.

                That’s when I remember my favorite band. They were gone as well. No more music.

                I think that tore me up the most. Horrible, right; the fact that losing music scares me more than losing my friends and family? Well I guess since music has always been there for me when my friends and family wasn’t. It was always there to catch me.

                The strangest thing is, whenever something tragic happens, some song pops up in my head.

                It helps me not panic. Earlier today when I was attacked by those restless dead, the song: The Kill (Rebirth) by 30 Seconds to Mars ran through my head, the lyrics imprinting itself on my brain.

                Another time when I found out Jonah was gay, the song: Perfect by Simple Plan breezed through my memory. And both times it helped me center myself, saying the lyrics in my head helps ease the pain.

                I missed my iPod a lot. All my favorite songs wrapped up in a small device. Heaven in a metal thingy-maj-iger.

                Back of the bus this afternoon brought up song after song, but none seemed to relax my jerking nerves.  I was beginning to hyperventilate and then started to feel claustrophobic.

                I was starting to feel lonely and secluded. I rocked slightly back and forth, trying to move to the beat of the song: Mr. Brightside by The Killers. It wasn’t helping and that was scaring me.

                I shut my eyes, mouthing the words.  Feeling all contempt sink into me. It felt like everyone was against me. Once again.

                I peeked behind to see Jonah heaving a large rod and crashing it down on the glass. I shrieked and kicked myself over to the other side of the cell. Instantly the sound Infinity Guitars by Sleigh Bells raged inside my head and a sinister smile grew wide across my face. The glass didn’t break, but it did send cracks sprawling like ink on paper. Behind him, the soldier grabbed him with Aaron trying to stop him, but for me everything was in slow motion.

                Chris and Aaron threw the soldier off of Jonah, who started to hit the glass again.

                The bus jerked to the side sending me into the side and crashing against the window. For a strange second I was in midair, weightless, and no gravity confined me. But then the moment quickly passed and the bus was on its side, and everyone was still. The glass had shattered and there were slivers and shards of it everywhere.