Bitten (book one)

6

As soon as I enter the Victorian style house, my lips curled into a smile. Not only was it beautiful, it also didn't have the stench infected gave off, causing me to sigh in relief. Walking through the home, I found a kitchen full of food that wasn't bad yet, and smile grew.

After a quick search of the house, I grabbed bread, peanut butter, and jelly, making a sandwich and devouring it hungrily. Looking in the fridge, I found a lot of meat, and sighed. Guess I will start eating meat after all.

Grabbing some ham, I slowly took I bite and chewed. I couldn't swallow.

Running to the bathroom flown stairs I had found, I emptied my stomach for the second time that week. Resting my head on the cool surface of the tub, and took in a deep breath, through my nose, and letting it out through my mouth.

Wiping my mouth with a brown wash cloth, I made the decision to look for other house to raid, since I won't eating meat.

Yet.

Grabbing I pistol and making sure it was loaded I took off.
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"I worried about Emit. With what he did to Zamila, then treating to kill you, I don't know if he's safe." I told Jayson. Emit was currently off looking for infected, so it was safe to talk.

Jayson shook his head to show he agreed and said, "W-we can't really do anything about it though." And sighed. I feel like we've been doing that a lot, sighing, giving up hope. Here's one thing I know though:

You may wanna be in the apocalypse, but a soon as I hits, you sure as hell with you could go back.

I look out side to see its getting light outside, and wonder what happen to Ze. "What do you think happened to her." Jay voices my thought. "She either turned, or...or..." We both know not to finish that sentence, but we sure can think it.

Or she's dead.

For the fist time since the outbreak, I wonder about my parents. "Do you think out mums and dads are ok?" I ask. His eyes go wide and I relies it's his first time to think about them too. "I-I don't know." He whispers, his eyes glazed over and a few tears fall down his cheeks. A sudden bang on the metal doors frighten us.

Not making a move, we wait for Emit to say the password he said we should say to enter-which is 'fuck infected'- bit only banging filled our ears, and I suddenly released why.

"Infected" I whisper so only me and Jay can hear. Bangs on the wall next to us cause us to jump and run to the center of the room, me and Jay grabbing pistols.

Soon moans, thumps, bangs, and groans, are coming from both sides of us. When multiple shots ring out, and the noises stop, we sigh in relief. "Fuck infected" comes Emits voice.

Nether me or Jay make a move, think that he could have gotten bite and wants to kill us. "Fuck infected!" He yells now, but we have made our choice.

It's safer with out him.

We put our pistols down and ignored him, hoping he did not attract any infected. Grabbing some ham from the fridge, I sit at my bed, relaxing my tight muscles. Suddenly, the noises stop.  Jayson looks at the door skeptically, before sitting in front of me.

"The his is wrong, were losing everyone, and it's only what, day three of the outbreak?" I only nod my head, before getting an idea. Looking around, I find a radio sitting on the counter. Grabbing it I sit back down and turn on the radio. Checking through the radio, I actually find a channel.

...and have found no idea of how to cure it. In Oregon, camps for survivors are being formed, along with Pennsylvania, Detroit, Washington, D.C., and many more out of the states.

The military have come in to say something for those out there listening.

We still have no idea how this happen, but we are looking into it. Many say it might be a terrorist attack, or just a plague, but no one knows for sure.

We have been shooting down all zeds and bitten, so the infection won't spread, but to no extent is it helping, camps have taken things into there own hands, and even survives are being shot down by bandits.

Due to chaos shaking humanity, and us having all our hours killing zeds, we have to say laws no longer stand, and anything is legal due to not being able to do anything anymore. It's everyone for them selves, along with those in groups and camps.

So far, Camp Waves has the the most people, and have become the main camp, along with becoming practically part of the militia.

Well folks, you heard it from the military themselves.

This is John Ragin, reporting this time  everyday.

Me and Jay look at the radio a little longer before he breaks the silents. "So there calling zombies zeds?" I shrug, not really knowing the answer. "It's a good idea. It doesn't really remind you that they were people, so it's easier to talk about them and kill them." I say. "We should try to find Camp Waves. It might be in Oregon, but at the same time it could be here in Detroit." I think out loud. "We should wait till we know where it is, along with Emit and Zamila. Emits most likely hiding somewhere around here, waiting for us to leave, and Zamile could be anywhere, but alive. For all we know, she could be in a house right now, trying to survive while she can." He replies.

And that little piece of hope from him made its way to me.