Infected End → l.s

3

Harry

"MOM WE NEED TO MOVE TO CANADA" I screamed as soon as I entered the house, Gemma on my heels. Gemma and I split up, her going toward the stairs and me going toward the kitchen. There was a small thump in the kitchen, and I walked toward the sound.

"Mom you're not going to believe this but we just- ZOMBIE!" I cut myself off, screeching. I heard Gemma's footsteps running down the stairs as I looked at what once was my mother. Her head snapped inhumanly toward me, and she let out a growl before launching herself at me. "Mom it's me, Harry." I begged as I held her held her away from me, looking into her eyes. They were red, like she hasn't slept for a while except there wasn't a hint of white in them, and there were specks of gold in her once green eyes, which darkened to an almost black color.

"Mom stop!" I heard Gemma yell, and I felt my mother get pried off of me, and our mom attacked Gemma instead. "No!" I yelled, stumbling to my feet. I grabbed a large shredder from the table and dumped out the lettuce in it before putting it over Anne's head. She let out a screech and stumbled backwards as I pulled it back, dragging her with me.

"Oh my god her face is stuck to it." I cried as the small blades shredded off some of her face. I immediately let go and began mumbling out apologies. "Harry!" Gemma yelled, and I pushed my mother into the pantry behind me before slamming it and putting a chair in the way. She began clawing at the door, and I began to let the tears I've been holding in out.

"Harry!" Gemma sobbed, and I finally looked away from the pantry door. I gasped as I saw the large bite on Gemma's wrist. "No!" I yelled, running toward her. "I'm going to die!" She cried. "No, no you're not. I'm going to help you. What did they do in The Walking Dead when someone got bit?" I questioned myself. The bite was starting to turn a greenish color. "I have to cut it off." I stated, looking her in the eye.

"No, don't cut it off. It's going to hurt so bad. Please don't." Gemma begged, puddles of tears leaving her eyes. "I don't know what else to do! I don't want to lose you too. I'd be all alone." I said, tear after tear rushing out of my eyes too. "It's going to hurt so bad." She whispered, clutching her wrist. "Do- Do you want me to?" I asked, scared out of my mind. "God, just do it. I can't leave you alone." She said, rubbing her eyes with her right hand, the non-bitten one.

"Okay- okay. Wait here." I said, rushing toward the medicine drawer. "I want to numb it but I don't know what with." I said. "I'm going to go next door to the Styles' okay? Mom told me Johanna's son was studying a doctor." I've never met him before, they barely moved into the neighborhood three weeks ago, but I'm going to have to hope he's still, you know, alive.

She nodded frantically. "Please hurry it's starting too hurt." She whimpered, leaning her head against the drawer. I ran outside, closing the door behind me but not locking it and sprinted toward Anne's house, across the street. I forgot to look both ways and a car came towards me at a fast pace. I barely moved out of the way, feeling the rearview mirror slam into my shoulder.

"Holy shit! Ow!" I screamed out, but knocked on the door. "Please someone." I begged, before becoming impatient and opening the door. "Hello? Johanna? Louis? Anyone?" I called out, pacing around the hallway. The living room was to my right, and from this angle I couldn't see anyone, so I ran toward my right, to the kitchen.

I started slamming drawers open, looking for some type of numbing medicine. I opened the third drawer and started rummaging through it, there was nothing but cords in it. I heard shuffling behind me and I felt a wave of horror before turning around. It was a women, probably Johanna. She was tied by her right hand to the fridge, and was sitting awkwardly on the floor. She let out a growl, and reached toward me with her left hand and I backed away toward the wall as fast as I can.

How did I not see her there?! I made a move and ran out of the kitchen, into the living room. I screamed as I ran into a body, stumbling backwards. My hands immediately went in front of me, preparing to fight, and I looked up to see who it was. It was a guy. He looked no more than two years older than me, had feathery brown hair that looked really soft and a stubble under his chin, making him look very attractive. Had also splatters of blood on his plain grey t-shirt, and black skinny jeans with black and white cut off converse. I let out a breath of relief as I realised he was normal.

"Louis?" I assumed, and reached for his hand as he held it out to help me up. "Uh, yeah. How'd you know?" I liked his voice, it wasn't deep like I expected, and was very smooth. "My mom talked about your family a lot. Was that, um, Johanna in the kitchen?" He frowned, letting go of my hand as I stood up. He was very short, I noticed, around 5'5 maybe. "Yeah, unfortunately." I frowned seeing the sad look on his face.

"What happened?" I asked, curious. His eyes traveled around the room, away from me, as he spoke. "My sister, Lottie, was 'infected' I guess, and I didn't realise how bad it was. I tried helping but before I know it I passed out, and when I woke up my mom was like that." I raised my eyebrow. "So your sister bit your mom while you were knocked out? And now she's a zombie?" I asked, not really getting it.

"I don't know! And please don't refer to her as that word.. I was knocked out! When I woke up Lottie was gone and my mom was roaming the house. Scared the bloody crap out of me." He responded, and I looked at his lips as he talked. They looked soft.

"Wait.. If your mom was, well, turned while you were knocked out, why didn't she eat you? And how did you get her tied to the fridge?" I knew I had a lot of questions, and I knew it was beginning to annoy him. I mean, he technically lost his mom AND sister in a matter of hours. "You ask a lot of questions. What are you doing here anyway?" He asked.

"Oh crap! Crap crap crap! My sister. She got bit, on her wrist. I need, um, numbing stuff? I heard you were studying medical school and I assumed you had the stuff." I rushed out, my eyes widening. "Ouch, that sucks. Won't be a matter of time until she changes. Why do you need numbing medication anyway?" He questioned, walking toward a small bag on the floor by the couch.

"We're cutting her hand off." He looked at me in surprise. "Do you even know how to do that without her bleeding out? It's really complicated to do you know you need to cut exactly between the elbow and lower arm bone." He said, pulling out a needle and a small bottle of blue liquid. "I don't know! Can you help, mister. I'm-technically-a-doctor?" I begged sarcastically and he walked toward the door.

"Sure. If i stay in this house one second longer I'm going to break down." He said, before beginning to cough. "Are you okay?" I asked. He nodded frantically and wiped his hand on his pants, as if to rub something off. "Yeah, let's go try to save your sister." I shrugged the weird behavior off and followed him out the house, cautiously looking around for anymore dead people or crazy cars.

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I haven't read this chapter over yet so I don't know if it's good or not. I'm going to post a chapter 2-3 times a week at the most. I'm excited about this story. Comment your thoughts please, and don't be afraid to tell me anything I messed up