I strolled along on the park pathway. People kept giving me funny looks and walked the other way when they saw me coming.
Not that I blame them. I'm still not fully healed yet. I must look absolutely gross. I sighed and continued limping on, trying to ignore the glares and frightened looks. I looked at the setting sun and thought it probably was best to travel on home. People were frightened but at least tolerated me in the sunlight. At night I was sure they would either scream and run away or shoot me. In fact, I was pretty sure they were going to end up shooting me.
I walked away from the park and towards home.
Well, if home is what you call the place where thousands of, um, people are locked up, barely being let out then yeah, I was headed home.
"Safe Haven Quarantine Facility" the sign read. I inhaled my last breathe of fresh air and got one quick glimpse of the rising sun before the guards opened up the huge metal door and let me in.
"Ah, Hillary. I'm glad you came back with out causing any trouble." The nurse at the reception looked at me and smiled. I'm sure they still expect me to run outside and eat the first person I saw. I'm not like that anymore though. I've changed. Almost.
I grunted at her and walked down the white corridor towards my cell. Ahem, room. I saw a few pale faces stare up at me. Lifeless eyes, sunken expressions. Was I like that a few weeks ago?
I shut my room door and look at my self in the mirror.
My pale face was finally starting to get some color, though I still had bags under my eyes and my lips were still blue. My cheeks looked purple and my eyes still had a dead look about them. Um, excuse the pun.
Its not like I wanted to be turned into a zombie and go through all this but I guess with the apocalypse and stuff I really didn’t have a choice. Thank god a group of surviving scientists managed to find a cure.
One by one, every infected person was given the cure. It was a foolproof plan though. Over 80% of zombies ended up rejecting the cure. I heard the stories. They either ended up rotting into the true death, slowly and painfully disintegrating or even eating themselves.
My body accepted the cure so I guess I was one of the lucky ones. If you call this life lucky. I changed back into the hospital gown and lay down on the uncomfortable, single bed. I hoped tonight would be on the few nights I was able to sleep. Like I said, I was fully cured yet so I still had difficulty sleeping and not eating flesh yet. Hopefully one day, I'll be human again. I'll be normal again.
With that thought, my eyes slowly fluttered and I drifted into a weak, uneasy sleep.
Authors Note: Hello to all who bothered to read this. This is only an introduction. Should I continue or not? does it sound interesting enough to actually spin into a story?
