Infected End → l.s

8

"I found a stack of chocolate bars!" Harry yelled excitedly from two halls down. I smiled to myself , scanning the isle for any eatable food.

All I found so far was a box of half-eaten Graham crackers. I wanted to eat at least one of the 3 left, but that would be selfish of me.

I moved over into the next isle and froze once I saw the three figures spread throughout it. They were dragging their feet and groaning, so I knew they weren't human.

I was going to leave and go to another one until I noticed what was lined against the walls. Cans of food, lots of them. Its like this isle wasn't even touched.

Sighing, I got ready to sneak over there until I felt a soaring pain in my throat. I dropped the knife I had and began to gag. The pain was unbearable, I felt like I was being burned from the inside out. I began clawing at my throat, trying to ease the pain, but when it wouldn't let out, I fell into the wall next to me, knocking some cans off of it.

It got the draggers' attention , as they all started shuffling towards me.

I couldn't get up if I wanted too. It was like I was.. craving something?

I thought I was done for good, and I just hoped Harry would get out of here safely.

The figures approached me , one an older man with his stomach busted open, a women with her eye missing and a small child, maybe 11 without an arm.

They began to let out odd grunts, before they turned around and walked away.

By now the pain subsided and I was staring at them in shock. Why are they leaving me alone? My mom did to when she was one of them. I wasn't even one of them yet, so I was confused.

I didn't have time to think about it, before another figure emerged from behind me.

"Are you okay?" It was a male, maybe around my age. He had brown short wavy hair and blue eyes and held a small pistol in his hand. The draggers didn't notice him yet.

"Uh-" I coughed, trying to yet my words out. "Y-yeah." I finally replied. The pain wasn't gone, I still felt it at the back of my throat, only now it was bearable.

"They just, avoided you. Thats odd. Are you bitten?" He asked, glancing at them. I shook my head.

"Weird. Well my names Ansel, what's yours?" He asked. I didn't respond. There was this nagging feeling In my throat that wouldn't go away. The pain started coming back, at a faster pace this time.

I opened my mouth, but instead of saying something like I tried doing I lunged at him and dug my teeth into his neck.

"What the hell?!" He yelled, trying to push me off him. His pistol fell to the floor and it was as if all my rational thoughts went out of my head.

I pulled away, taking a large piece of his neck with me. I started chewing on the flesh, noticing that the pain in my neck began to subside.

His hand flew to his neck and he let out a scream, attracting the attention of the other walkers down the hall. They began rushing towards us.

I let out a growl at them, and they stumbled back and growled back, but didn't advance.

I tore another chunk of meat off his neck, blood splattering everywhere around and on me. He than went limp. I kept telling myself to stop but it's as if my body had a mind of its own.

Once most of his neck was gone and part of his stomach, I leaned down to take another bite until a voice stopped me in my tracks.

"Louis?!"

I'm sorry this is like the shortest chapter ever I just felt like I had to post for you guys since it's been a while. I guess this is like a two part chapter though, I'm already writing the next part so I will post it soon, I promise.

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