No One Believed: A Zombie Thriller

Bit:

I have to find Anne. Not caring for my own well being, I scramble off the ground. My vision is hazy, but I run off anyway. Barely staying on my feet. The officer shoots after me, but I continue to run. "Anne!" I trip on my feet, landing face first on the ground. Blood gushes from my nose. Pain laced all over my face. "I have to find her." I cry with my right hand stretched out in front of me. It almost seems like she's there. But with my vision so hazy, I can't see a thing. Chill after chill after chill wrecks through my body. Until, I'm just cold. No warmth left in my body. No strength left to reach out. But I have to find her. I can't just let her keep running. I have to protect her. I have to. She's nothing, but a little girl. A boot clashes on my right hand and I scream. There's no way I'll be able to find her. This is the end for me. "Luka, Nino. Please go look for Anne and get her out of here. Take the van and go." They both look at me as if they just realized I was there. A look of understanding pools over Luka's face, but Nino looks sad and conflicted. "Go find her, please." I whisper, hoping they can hear my pleads. Luka grabs Nino by the arm and they run in the direction Anne went. She'll be safe now.

"Ready to die?" The officer presses down on my hand more. My screams seem to satisfy him. I grow colder and colder. Finally giving up, I lay my head down on the ground, waiting for death to welcome me. But it came in the most gruesome way, I couldn't take it. Two sicks latch themselves onto the officer. His screams filling the air. I thought to myself, this is the perfect opportunity to run, but then I realized my body is numb. I'm so cold, that my body went numb. My hand aches. Blood running down my cheeks, soon mixed with my salty tears. My head pounding like a drum. And my legs so weak, from blacking out, they won't move.

Luka was right to leave me there. They made the right decision. Because right now, I'm going die. Die by the mouths of the monsters I've been dreaming of for months. All, because I fell ill at the wrong time. Because I am dead weight and if I were to get out of this, I would keep my distance from all the living people left. Then I felt it. A cold, wet hand, grip my calf. There was nothing I could do, but scream. Scream, a blood curling scream, of pain, of death, and fear. I braced myself to get eaten alive, but nothing came. One bite, then it was gone. Both sicks just munching on the officer paying me no attention. What is it? Am I not tasty enough to them? Why bite me and go?

It was those three questions I asked myself over and over again, for the past four hours. It was growing dark. The sun setting. Nobody screamed anymore. No more people ran. An eerie silence fell all around me. Occasionally a groan or moan sounded from a sick. I've been laying in this same spot for hours. Not one sick have even bothered me. If one got to close, it would scurry away as fast at is could. It was like I was a zombie repellent.

A warmth slowly spreads through me. My movements no longer hampered. I could move again. Could feel. Which I wish I couldn't do, because I can finally feel the pain that came with the bite. I screamed and screamed, but still no sick comes near. I crawl towards the van and open the door. Locking it behind me. Luka and the others didn't take it. They must have found some other way to get away. I can only hope that's the case, but with Luka leading them, they'll be fine. Wish I could be with Anne right now. But I know it isn't best. I've been bit and my sickness would only bring misfortune to them. They're better off without me.

My chest begins to burn and my throat feels as if I'm being chocked. Rapid coughs. Sneezing. Blood flows from my eyes. Symptoms of the virus. I'm going to turn into one of them. I won't be one of them. I search for my gun, but it isn't here. Must be outside. I limp towards the officer's body. What a gory sight. I can't even describe it.

Searching around his body, I found it. My beautiful 9mm. This will be the last time I see this gun. I lift the safety off and place it to my dome. "Goodbye miserable world." I smile, ready to pull the trigger. Well that was the plan until, I see a little girl run across the parking lot. "Anne?!" I scramble after her. Limping and falling. But when I reach my destination, I realize what this really was. An illusion made by my own mind. My hand shakes as I think about what I was about to do. I was going to kill myself. I was going to kill myself. Even though I was bitten, I can't bring myself to do it anymore. Was that little girl some trick planned by my mind to stop me from killing myself? Or was my fear and desires intertwining, until I've gone mad. I ball myself up in a corner and cry. I sob until my face is numb; my eyes are swollen; my spirit shattered. Until there are no tears left to cry. Following by a shallow sleep.