WARNING: GRAPHIC CONTENT! READ AT OWN RISK
Prologue
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I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
My best friend, blood all over her, a huge chunk in her side missing. Eating my boyfriend. All I could do was scream. Big mistake. She looked up. Her eyes were yellow and bloodshot. She stood up limply and turned my way. We both stood there, dead silent.
Then she screamed and ran towards me. No, more like sprinted. I ran away as fast as my feet would let me. I crashed through the glass door of her house. Ouch. I fall, and I try to get up as quickly as I can, but not quick enough. She jumps on top of me and tries to bite me. I hold her back with my forearm, and grasp for a weapon.
I feel something sharp. I look quickly at my new weapon. It was a rather large shard of glass. I take it and shove through her head, but not before she bites me on the arm.
I scream and shove her off me. I look at the wound. It was pretty nasty. Then it dawned on me. I was bitten. Bite equals dead, and dead equals zombie.
I panic and try to find something to kill myself with. Just as I realize I could use my knew weapon, I look at my wound. I gasp.
It looks like it's healing. Then I realize that I don't feel sick or incapacitated.
Oh. My. GOD!
I couldn't get infected. This is wonderful!
Then I look around. Everything is burning and in ruins. I hear screams.
Oh. Not wonderful.
