Becca's POV
4 days. 4 days since I've arrived in Minecraft. 4 days since I've been bit. 4 straight days of pain.
I'm changing. I can feel it as well as see it. I'm sluggish. I can't speak anymore. I just moan...like a zombie.... My heart doesn't beat. I don't feel pain as badly anymore. I'm as pale as a...dead person.... I've seen in a shattered piece of glass that...my eyes are gray...no longer hazel.... But...I'm still here. I'm still conscious. I haven't died...mentally, anyway. I can also eat and drink human foods and drinks.
I've passed out a few times on my wandering journey. But...when I awoke, I saw I'd been farther than usual. Becky had been taking over to continue the journey. They were as worried as me for my health.
This world has not been been kind enough to let me find any food or drinks. My last melee weapon broke yesterday. My gun has no more ammo. I'm trapped in a building with zombies.
Not just any zombies, though. No matter where I go, they follow me. I can't shake them. I just don't understand. This particular group of 3 won't leave me be. (RHYME TIME!!!! :D)
I was hiding behind some crates, breathing heavily but quietly, when the only door to this room creaked open. I froze, fear creeping over me like a veil. No....
This isn't good....
No kidding....
Wait...do you hear that?
Hear wh--
I stopped, listening. There were voices...3, maybe? They sounded scratchy, stuttery (yet another non-word. Once again...IT IS NOW A WORD >:D).
"Where is sh-she? I've ne-never seen o-one of us r-run from an-another one of u-us."
"She's def-definitely h-here. I sense h-her."
"Why is sh-she running fr-from us? Almost l-like one of t-the full hu-humans...."
Full humans? Could this be....
No way.... That can't be right....
The footsteps got closer. I tensed, ready to spring out at whatever was there.
A zombie stuck it's head around the crate, staring. Time had not been kind to it. It was a typical zombie, bloody, sluggish, heavy breathing. But...it's eyes...showed emotion. I'd never seen a zombie with emotion before.
I yelped and jumped back further into the crates. No no no no no. Please no. I don't want to die...further.
The zombie looked somewhere off in a direction beyond the crates.
"I f-found her!"
I could feel tears coming from my eyes. How can the zombie be speaking? Why isn't it killing me?
I moaned sadly.
The zombie's friends came over to the crates and stared at me sadly. There were 3 of them. It was that group that wouldn't leave me alone.
"The p-poor thing lo-lost her vo-vocal chords. Are y-you OK?"
Is it talking to me...? I whimpered and scooted further back into the crates, holding my arm. Through all the commotion, it had started bleeding again. That zombie that bit me really did a number on me.
One of them walked closer, slowly. It was a female that looked like she had died not too long ago. Her blue dress had been ripped a bit, but otherwise, she was the neatest looking zombie I'd ever seen.
"Why a-are you sc-scared of us? You're o-one of us."
I started to shake my head, but then I paused. Am I...a zombie? But...these ones seem to have emotion.... What's going on...?
Becca...I think...you may actually be one of them...yet...they aren't what we think they are.
...What's going on indeed....
The female one smiled. "I'm g-guessing you're co-confused. Come, we'll t-tell you what's go-going on. At l-least, as much as w-we can tell y-you."
She motioned to the 2 behind her to lead the way. She walked over to me and helped me up, eyeing my arm but saying nothing about it.
What is there to explain? I'm a zombie now. What more could there be?
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O_O
Did anyone else imagine that song from a baby commercial that's like "I'm a big kid now" with that next to last sentence? "I'm a zombie now!" xD
Anyway, sorry for shortness! Kinda rushed cuz of the holidays. :P
Smash that vote button at hyper speeds, Hyperfans!!!!
-Becca <3
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