Don't Be Afraid

Chapter 2

I see everyone running around in a panic. People are shooting other people.

"Help!" I shout. I try to get someone's attention, but nobody is bothering to look my way. I look to my right and there's a person with blood dripping down their face and meat in their teeth. Instead of standing there, I start running towards my car.

My car starts and I pull out of the drive way, trying not to hit people. Where can I go? Thud. Oh crap! Did I just hit someone? I hit the brakes and get out of my car.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" The person just lays there. I killed someone. Oh no. This is not good.

"Oh crap." The person twitches. Are they still alive? "You're alive! Thank God-"

 She lunges at me and grabs my throat. Man this chick is strong.

"Get off me! Agh!" I can't get her off.

"Help me!" She's trying to bite me. The only thing keeping her teeth from my throat is my hands on her neck. I'm dead. I should just give up. David's gone and so is everyone else I know. Something whizzes over my head and the woman goes limp.  I roll her off of me, gasping for air.

"Were you bit." A man with a deep voice says. I can't respond. My hands are shaking and my throats dry.

"Were you bit!" He shouts. I nod my head no.

"Scratched? Did any of the blood get in your eye or mouth?"

"N..no." I say. He gives me his hand and pulls me up.

"Do you have a gun? A knife? Anything that can kill?" Considering I'm in nothing but a towel, no.

"No." He groans and pulls me towards his truck. I see him open the back door and pull out a shirt, pants, and a pistol.

"The clothes won't fit, I'm sure of that, but they're better than nothing. Can you shoot a gun?"

"Yeah." My dad taught me when I was in my first year of high school so he knew I'd be safe.

"What...what's your name?" I ask the guy.

"Issac. Yours?"

"Linda. Now can you tell me what's going on? Everything was fine last night. When..how did things get bat shit crazy?" I didn't know how to word it, but that sounds right.

"Last night a virus spread. One person got infected and attacked another. These people are cannibals, but they can't control it. If they bite, scratch, or get any of their blood in an open place, like eyes, mouth, or cuts, then you get a fever. The fever kills you in less than an hour, maybe two. The only thing you should know really is don't get bit or scratched and always cover up." He hops into his truck and motions for me. I don't know if I should trust him yet, but he seems to know what he's doing. I open the door and get in.

"Nice decision. There was a couple of freaks lookin at ya, so that's are cue to leave." Could this day get any worse?

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A/N

Sorry for the short chapter, but I just wanted to speed things along. I also have two other books. So if you like this one, you would like my others. Bye :)