Immunity

3

The light sneaks through my eyelids and makes me see pink.

Gee, my head hurts a lot.

I open my eyes, too fast and they burn in the morning light. Wait, morning?

Tiny shards of glass are caught in my hair and I realise I'm laying on the bonnet of a car. The driver is sitting limply in his chair with half his neck torn out. Then I remember what had happened. Oh god.

I sit up and scream in pain as my head feels like its being torn apart. I close my eyes and slowly raise my hand. I tentively touch the back of my neck with trembling fingers. It's damp. I move my fingers further up the back of my head.

Then my fingers sink into the back of my head.

I scream and snap my fingers away. Its excruciating. Tears are pouring down my face and I'm gasping for breath. Oh crap, this is bad, this is so bad. I'm gonna die.

Then I see my mother lying on her side unmoving on the road infront.

I jump off the car, ignoring the unbelievable pain and race to her.

"Mum? Mum?" I shout. I grab her shoulders and roll her onto her back and recoil in horror.

Purple marks stain her usually warm cheeks, her eyes stare at me without any emotion and her mouth is foaming. The thing that catches my eye the most is the huge and bloody bite mark on her neck.

I fall back onto the pavement. Still staring at my Mum in disbelief. I feel numb. This cant be happening. Its not. This is a nightmare, I'm going to wake-up.

But a stabbing pain in my heart tells me that this is all to real. I feel myself sink.

I feel myself die a little.

I put my head in my hands and cry. Cry like a little girl. My head is nothing compared to the pain I feel now.

Today is the first day I've cried in a long time. All I wanted to do is tell my Mum I love her. My mother.

I remember that none of this would of happened if it wasnt for them dumb soldiers. Why didnt they shoot the infected? They had their guns.

I scream at the world.

I fall quiet and I dont feel like talking ever again. I solomnly walk to the yard of a close house. And pick some flowers that have grown out of a pot-plant. The bush they grow from is way too big for the pot they are in.

With the tiny pink flowers in my hand, I walk back to Mummy and place them on her chest. I look around me, where four more dead zombies lay, all of them foaming from the mouth too. I didnt understand.

Then I stand back up, and begin to walk straight ahead.

I would like to tell you that the crying little girl that I saved and her mother made it. Well, unfortunatley, they didnt. I found them lying in each others arms, with bites all over them.I will tell you that I cried for them too, because I knew that they would just be added to the infinite list of those who died.

I would also like to tell you that I found my sister and Dad. Well, I didnt. I didnt find them alive or dead. Missing. Which came as a medley of good and bad news.

There are so many, so, so many. Just lying on the roads, either human or infected, but still dead. It looks like I'm the only thing left alive.

But my thoughts change when I here growling again. I watch as a group of them, sniff the air for a scent. Then they turn their de-formed heads in my direction and begin to run.

I force my legs to move and my head pounds. I spot the same house I set my sights on when I was first trying to find asylum before I got hit by the car and race to it.

But zombies are fast and they were so close when I made it inside, slamming the door shut on a infected hand that reached for me. They pounded on the door as I locked it. Then I spot them.

My eyes slowly move up my arms, counting the bites. 1, 2, 3 ,4, 5, 6, 7. Seven bites up my arms.

The world begins to spin.

How long does it take to change? Is it eight hours? Two days? I cant remember. Oh god. Oh god. I've been bitten. I begin to hyperventilate. I collapse to my knees and struggle for breathe.

What do I do?

Should I just kill myself? I dont want to be one of them.

I look at the empty house that was once a home. Things have been trashed and ransacked. Only things that were too heavy to move or things that could carry the disease were left behind. Chairs, a double bed in a room far at the back, knives and spoons.

I get up and shuffle around. I cant think.

The first room is the Living room. A grandfather clock is on its side against the wall, nex to a boarded up window.

I move into the kitchen, where cupboards hang open and draws lay on the floor with its contents tipped out onto the tiles.

I walk down the hall to a bedroom. A kids bedroom. A pink bedroom with a barbie playhouse in the corner and a unicorn painted on the wall. I kick the walls and throw the barbie playset across the room before leaving and slamming the door shut.

The next room is what I guessed the parents room. Big, with a walk in wardrobe and an ensuite. Then I get the idea.

The bedroom door locks and so does the ensuite door. I lock the bedrooms door and prop and slide a dressing table infront of it. I make sure I push a cabinet infront of the window so I cant get out when I change.

I quietly make my way into the tiny bathroom and lock the door behind me.

I lay down in the bathtub and wince as my head hits the ceramic. I dont scream or cry. Its a sign I'm not dead yet, I can still feel things. Infected cant.

I shut my eyes and eventually go to sleep, awaiting my fate. Hopefully, I wont get out and kill anyone.

I'll see you soon, Mum.