Bitten

It was a normal morning...sort of

My day started out like any other day started. I woke up, brushed my teeth, etc., etc. You get the gist of it. When I grabbed my keys, something felt off. New York was oddly quiet, it was never quiet. But, like the idiot I was, I shrugged it off, knowing that it was 4 in the morning.

I walked out my front door, cringing as the door creaked open ( my landlord said it was the hinges, but im pretty sure it was because the damn thing was over 50 years old, ) then walked to my car and started it up. I rolled my eyes as the engine stalled, saying, " Piece of shit, " under my breathe, trying again. After the third attempt, it finally started, and I sighed in releif. My old car wasn't exactly the best thing on the market.

My mind got lost as I drove methodically to my work, its route memorized so well that I didn't even need to look at the road to see where I was going. My mind eventually settled on a odd virus that was infecting, well, everyone in my city. It seemed odd that I was the only one to not be infected by it...very odd indeed..

Suddenly something hit my car, and I catapulted forward into an air bag. I groaned in pain, trying to recover from my daze. My mind tried to process what happened. I was in an accident, that was obvious enough, but what had I hit? It had to be something new, something I hadn't seen before.

I sat up and held my head, then froze as I saw blood on my windshield. Shit! What had I hit?! A person, a deer?!

I decided to get out and investigate, but first, I had to wait for the world to stop being dizzy. When my vision cleared, I got out and gasped at the sight.

There was a young man, his head bashed open, his brains and fluids all over the place. But something didn't seem right, something felt off. I knelt by the man and said to myself, " Fuck me, im going to jail for this one. "

I examined the rest of his body, but froze. No, this was all wrong, this couldn't be. The man had blood all over him, but it looked old. Like, it had been there for days. When I looked closer, I saw his skin was gray, he was missing an arm, and something smelt horrible. I realized it was him. He was what smelled horrible. It reeked, and made my eyes water up. I blocked my nose and gagged, trying not to throw up.

I backed away from the body that had basically destroyed my car, and looked around. Then it hit me, the smells. It came from everywhere, and it was overbearing as all hell. I gagged again, then quickly walked to work, wishing this was all a nightmare, and that when I woke up, I'd have a hot girl nestled with me. But knowing myself, that could never happen, I was too reserved, too calm. Although right now, I was far from calm. Something was definitely wrong in my city.

By the time I had gotten to my work, I had manages to convince myself that it was just a day dream, and that I had walked to work to get healthier. I knew it was a bullshit excuse, but I needed to believe it was, so I could focus on my work.

I walked up to my office, and noticed that there was a lot of people outside my work. They looked normal, until I got close, and one turned to me. I froze, looking at something that was a human, but had the look of nothing. The eyes of the man were blank, bloodshot, looking around fast, then focused on me. It wasted no time, almost charging at me. I yelped and turned around and ran, determined to get away from that crazy man.

My brain made me run faster as I heard the man get closer. " Impossible, " I thought, " I'm the fastest man in this damn city. How is he able to catch up to me? "

Suddenly, I tripped and fell, groaning as I skinned my knees. I got up, but felt something grab me. Instantly I tried to get away, but I couldn't break the man's grip on my arm. I turned around quickly, then yelled out in pain as the man bit into my arm and tore off a chunk of flesh. Shit just got real, and I was missing a part of my arm.