Chapter 7

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warning: strong language, suggested talk about drugs/alcohol

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"Did you see the news?" Annette asked as I walked into the clinic.

"No, what happened?" I asked, walking to the back before walking up to her desk.

"Watch this." She ordered, turning the television on.

"Again, if you have any symptoms of the flu, please go to the hospital immediately! Symptoms are nausea, fever, and fatigue. Even if you're feeling bad, go to the hospital." The news anchor declared.

Suddenly it cut to another clip of a human literally eating another human.

"That was in Florida." Annette mumbled.

I furrowed my eyebrows and scrunched up my nose as it showed another clip of a human getting attacked by another human which was growling and eating human flesh.

"What is going on?" I asked Annette.

"The world is ending. Mark my word." She replied.

I rolled my eyes and walked away before walking into exam room one.

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I walked into Jake's apartment, finding him shivering on the couch.

"Hey, Danielle. How are you?" Shane asked from the other couch.

"I'm good, how are you?" I asked.

"Okay. Jake got sick at work and I made sure he got back home okay." He answered.

"You're sick?" I asked, setting my stuff down and walking over to Jake.

"It's just food poisoning, I ate an eight day old microwave dinner." He answered.

My mind began wandering back to what Annette and I watched on the news, and I handed him a blanket.

"Come on, we're going to the hospital." I replied, getting my car keys again.

"No, no we aren't." He replied.

"Yes we are. There's this weird flu going around and you start eating people." I replied.

"No. You get the flu, the fever kills you, then you come back and eat people." Shane corrected.

"I'm not going to get woken up in the middle of the night by seeing my flesh being ripped off my skin, so let's go." I ordered.

"I'm fine!" Jake hissed.

"Prove it." I demanded.

"If I get worse, I'll go. I promise." He replied.

I slowly nodded my head before sitting down beside Shane.

"Damn, you've got an iPhone now." Shane stated.

"My phone is in my back pocket. Why were you looking there?" I asked.

"I'm a man." He replied.

"Stop looking." Jake ordered.

"Anyway, I gotta get to the hospital." Shane stated.

"Why?" I asked.

"Rick got shot today." He answered.

"Is he okay?" I inquired.

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