Bitten (book one)

7

Emits pov

Stupid Zamila, stupid Jayson, Stupid Erin. There all going to die, and all laugh at there pain. Oh yes, it will be quite funny to know the ones that betrayed you will die painfully.

I look around at the houses I came across and let out I sigh through my nose. Every thing seems so different now that the undead were wondering the earth. Not that it wasn't weird before.

I stretch my back and rise my arms over my head, only satisfied when I hear a snap and my back feels much better. I make sure my pistol (what's up with pistols in this book?) is loaded and walk into one of the houses. It looks like however lived here got up and left rather quickly.
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Zamilas pov

I look around the fridge of the house next to the one I'm staying in, greedily taking the apples and bananas. I find some sugar coated cashews and other nuts and crackers. My stomach lets out a loud growl, notifying me how hungry I am.

Soon I'm out of the house and in another one, raiding them one by one. I bring all the food in short trips to the house until it's all away and I'm hammering in planks on the windows so that zombies can't see in, and bring blankets over them just in case. Soon I step back, admiring my work.

I go to the kitchen and grab the nuts before going in the living room and trying to turn on the tv, but get only static. I turn it back off and lay on the dark brown couch in the back of the room, munching on nuts.

I soon find myself humming that unknown tune again, but instead of stopping I continue to hum, letting the tune vibrate in my throat. I know if never heard the tune, but it feels so familiar. Maybe one of my family members hummed it before when I was younger.

Tears form in my eyes as I remember Bella reaching out with her cold hands and gripping my ankle, then being shot down. Soon tears are streaming down my cheeks, by hands balled in fists. I open my bag and grab the folder of the monsters and read all the files I brought over and over again.

I just can't help but wonder:

WHY where they test subjects, and DID they let the people test on the, or were the forced? Ugh, this is so confusing! I let out a frustrated groan, not knowing why Emit had to go and 'banish' me from the metal house we had found.

I suddenly start choking on something. Sitting upright, the thought that maybe the virus is finally taking over my body. I cough out a nut, and relies that that's the only thing taking over my body by making me choke.

Though confusion is now one of my main emotions, due to the fact I'm still not one of the undead.
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Jaysons pov

I look at the ceiling of the huge one room building me and Air are staying in, thinking about Zamila and Emit.

Zamila's probably dead due to getting the virus, and Emit may be in the same position as her. Though, he may be well and alive somewhere, planning how to get his revenge on us.

Air has taken it to her to find out where the camps are, and since it's only been a few hours since the broadcast, we still need to wait a wail to hear anything else. Right now she's out checking the perimeter around the house for zeds.

I'm slightly worried about her. Emit could be anywhere out there, ready to kill us both. I go to the kitchen area and grab an orange. Suddenly Erin calls the password for outside and open the door, checking her for bites. "There where no zeds, but they may just be outside of the area I checked." She says with a hint of worry in her tone. I move out of the way and she walks inside, going and plopping down  on her bed.

"Why did this have to happen?" She calls after a wail. Even though I know  she can't see it I shake my head. "I don't know, but I think Zamila dose. That's why she was stuffing those papers in to her backpack before we left the half way point." I point out. Air makes a noise telling me she's listening.

Sighing, I shift too a new position on the very un comfortable bed, trying to feel comfortable.

"I wonder how Zamila is doing." Her voice rips through the silents. I too wonder if she's ok, over come by the dumb virus, or.......gone. That I could not bring myself to say the word dead was because in the short time we new each other, she was nice. Also because there is to much of it right now.

"Jayson?" Air asks worriedly, and relies I didn't answer her question. "Sorry, just thinking. And to answer you question, I truly don't know. It's obvious she was infected, but at the same time it was strange she did not change soon." I quickly reply.

Silents stretches seemingly forever as we just lay and think.

Untill moans and groans and the sounds of fists hitting metal fill the air.

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Zamilas pov

I get up from the couch(which was way to small for me, my legs hanging of limply)and put my nuts on the table. Walking to bathroom, I have to cover my mouth to keep myself from screaming in surprise, confusion, and shock.

(I was going to stop here and leave it at a cliff hanger, but I chose to continue writing :)..)

Both my eyes were now a terrifying Amber color.

I start hyperventilating, pacing back and forth, before letting out a sigh to calm myself. I should be dead my now.

On red eye: infected, start showing signs of infection.

Both red eyes: dead and undead.

That's how it seemed like it worked. So why not me? Then I remember how Jayson was saying that I might be immune before I left, and gasp. This is so unreal! But, I can't be!

Emit was right.

Why, of me of all people, be immune to the virus?