Infectious

6~The Bite

AN

First thing first... Dyma is pronounced 'Deema'. I always hate it when I've pronounced a character's name wrong while I'm reading it. *CoughCoughHermoineCouchCough* I'm pretty sure you all know how to pronounce the other names so that's all good. This is the last new main character.... or characters, for a bit. So, hold on my lovelies! Enjoy!

Trent: 17

Present Day

"Hurry up Dyma!"

Her footsteps bounded across the dying grass. I could hear her breath getting louder and louder with every step she took.

"I've never ran this much before" She cried back.

"Well, if you want to live, now would be a good time to start!" I bellowed. Sure, my sides were cramping and my legs felt like they were about to explode, but I knew the moment we stopped running we would die.

Well, our deaths would come soon anyway... but it's always best to get as much as you can out of life. And if that means practically killing yourself by running, I'm fine with that.

"Trent!" Dyma's shrill voice cut through the cold air like a knife. I looked over my shoulder and saw her flat out on the ground. A variety of swears flowed from my mouth as I rushed to help her up. She was gripping her arm in pain.

"Come on, we have to go!" I demanded. Dyma shook her head and her raven black hair hit her face, sticking against her sweaty skin.

"I can't go much more. They're going to get us one way or another!" She yelled. I ignored her outburst and lifted her up by the armpits. Dyma stumbled a few steps to catch her footing and I shoved her pack back in her hands.

"We can do this. It's not that much further until we reach the forest. We'll be safe there." I replied quickly. Dyma glanced behind her and saw the growing crowd of black eyed creatures after us. She let out a shaky breath and nodded.

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her after me.

I could even see the trees up ahead. There was no way we couldn't make it in time. Dyma would just have to suck it up until we could stop.

I guess she had other plans.

Dyma wrenched her hand out of my own and I stumbled to a stop.

"What is your problem? Do you want to die?" I yelled. She flinched at my tone and I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

"I'm sick and tired of running, Trent! Everyone I know is dead! So why do I have to go through this alone? You're so hell-bent of surviving but you never once thought if I was! I'm not going through this anymore!" She screamed.

Time seemed to slow around us. Tears were building up in her dark eyes and threatening to escape down her cheeks.

"You can't go, Dyma. You're the only person I have left." I whispered. She shook her head again with large desperate eyes looking into my own.

"You've known me for a month. And in all that time, all I've done is slow you down. You'd be better off on your own." She breathed.

"Don't pull that crap on me! You can't just throw everything away!" I cried. My voice cracked slightly, giving away my fear at the moment.

Dyma opened her mouth to reply when her eyes widened. A small whimper escaped her mouth and I scrambled back.

During our talk, a zombie had gotten over. His teeth were buried in her neck and I already saw the dark blood staining her skin.

"DYMA!" I rushed forward and kicked the creature away from her. I stabbed my knife into its head over and over until all I could see was a bloody mess. I panted slowly, standing up.

Dyma was on the ground a few feet away. Her eyes were still big and I could see the fear pulsing in them.

"I'm sorry." She whispered. I knelt next to her and looked at the bite. It went deep into her shoulder with blood trailing down against her collar.

"Dyma, don't you die on me!" I cried, pulling her up slightly from the ground.

Her head fell to the side and I felt my throat closing up.

"You have to... shoot me. I don't want to become one of them." She whimpered. I put my hands on either side of her face and she let out a shuddering breath.

I slowly pulled the gun from its holster on my belt. I fumbled to get a grip and pointed it at her head. My hands were shaking and Dyma lifted up her hand. She held my wrist steady and gave me a small nod.

My finger wrapped around the trigger and Dyma shut her eyes.

BOOM.

The shot bounced through the silent sky. Dyma's hand went limp on my own and fell on her chest. I got to my feet and took a horrified step back.

This girl was named Dyma.

I had met her one of my first days on the run. She was being attacked by one of the damn creatures and I shot it off of her. We've traveled together since.

She was the one who taught me which berries were edible.

She was the one who told me stories of her family.

Dyma was the one who gave me hope that things could be alright.

Looking down at her, I don't see that girl anymore. I see a small body with a bullet through her head. I see the blood and the wounds but I don't see Dyma anymore.

I heard the distant growling and lifted my head up. My vision was blurry but I could still make out the herd of creatures coming towards me. I put my gun back and tried to ignore the dark sinking feeling in my chest.

You're better off on your own.

Her words came back to me and I shook my head.

"No, Dyma. I'm not better off by myself. I have nothing left to live for but survival itself. You were wrong."

But she was dead. She couldn't reply, but I hope somehow, somewhere...

Dyma was listening.

AN AGAIN

Hey dudes, sorry for the short update but it's Thanksgiving. I wasn't going to update at all but I figured I'd give you lovelies a bit. So that was the lovely Dyma and Trent.

I'll update tomorrow so read, comment, vote, enjoy!