Chapter 7: Fever

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Chapter 7: Fever

It was hot and muggy in the car where we had all slept for weeks. Or was it's just me? Kate's stuff was still in the backseat, where she had slept.

These past days have been hell. I've been hot, sweaty, coughing, having trouble breathing, and puking. I've had no control over this. Nobody else felt this heat. So I had thought it was just me. Or the fever. I was hoping that cutting my arm off would work but the fever had already kicked in before I could do it. I was turning and I needed to get to a clinic fast that has medicine. I lied back down in the car. Trying to go back to sleep. No use.

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It was morning and I was tired. I was in a cranky mood with this fever and Kate gone.

"Let's get out of this hot car. To a clinic and fast," I said.

"Ok you feel any better?" Danny asked trying to be helpful.

"No," I said looking down thinking of me and Kate's last night.

I grabbed a map and we headed out. Not long before it started happening again. I ran to the side of the road and hurled. It didn't feel good, period. I guess they had heard us. Walkers, at least a dozen.

"Walkers!" I yelled wiping my mouth.

We started to run. And I could feel me losing my breath. Like someone had just hit me with a bat in the stomach.

I blacked out...

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