Survival

                                               CHAPTER 2

My senses were coming back. Though they were sharper than they had been before I'd died.

Better hearing, better smell.

I still couldn't see yet.

Somewhere distant I heard the dripping of water coming from a tap.

The rustling of leaves blown by the chilly winter wind from outside.

I could smell something metallic, something that made my throat burn, and that sent me breathing hard.

I felt coldness under my back, and immediately realised that I was lying on hard tiles.

Memories of my death came flashing across my closed eyelids.

Memories that I wanted to lock away in the deepest depths of my mind, like I used to when someone triggered something i didn't want to be reminded of in my memory.

Am I dead?

Suddenly a horrible, sharp pain, shot through my back. Something pushed through my gums, grazed my bottom lip, causing blood to trail down my chin.

On instinct,  I arched my back to get away from the pain.

This pain was worse than when the walkers had ripped my stomach open, the fire that had raged through my body was worse than the feeling of a hot iron burning against my skin that I'd gotten earlier.

This pain was ten times worse.

It ripped through me layer by layer, my fever was up sky high, and my body was drenched in cold sweat. My bones felt like they were broken and were only just beginning to knit back together. My muscles ached as if I had been running nonstop for twenty four hours.

I opened my eyes.

I was in too much pain to concentrate on my surroundings though.

But out of the corner of my eye I saw something move.

Something plastic was pressed against my mouth.

And a weird pain shot through my gums, like needles pushing through them.

Without thinking about it, without hesitation, I bit down onto the thing that was pressing against my lips.

I hadn't realised my throat was burning until now.

But as cold, thick liquid slid down my throat, the burning sensations in my back and legs started to disappear. The soreness in my throat had faded to a throb.

I lay against the wall behind me, swallowing as much of the liquid as I could.

So hungry.  Need food...

When the hunger was gone, and I'd gotten a hold of myself, I looked down at the packet I'd drank from, only to drop it and scramble away towards a corner.

"Calm down. You'll have to drink once a month to survive. Though its getting rarer to find nowadays..." Someone said.

Without thinking about it, I stood up into a defensive position, my lips curling back into a snarl, the needle-like feeling coming back.

"Who are you?!" I asked, and I felt the surprise plaster bitself to my face.

My voice had changed, sounded less nervous, more confident. And way more sweeter than what I remembered.

And louder.

"I think the question is, who  am I?" The man said.

He had dark hair, green eyes and looked young. Maybe he was in his mid twenties.

"My name is of no concern to you. But I will tell you what I am. Well, what we are." he continued.

"I think your name is of my concern when I've never met you and when I'm supposed to be dead," I snapped, feeling wary of him.

"You're not dead because I Turned you," the man said, ignoring my comment.

"Turned me? Into what?!" I asked.

"A vampire."