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Chapter 6: Sickness Strikes.

Chapter 6:

The sunrise fell past the horizon, as a black haze fixed itself over the sky, it wasn't the cheery color it has recently been for the past few days. Instead it had taken on a darkening gray that suggested the welcoming of a storm. Lightning became visible, cracking the clouds for a moment before the swirl of gray appeared again, the flashes provided the only dim light on the somber morning.

Rebecca laid flat on her back, staring up blankly at the ceiling. She had a restless sleep, tossing and turning during the whole night. Nightmares constantly haunted her dreams, dreadful clips of the walkers tugging on her limbs with fresh blood oozing out from their mouths and between their teeth, nipping at her flesh.

Beads of sweat rolled down her creased forehead. Ever since last night, her fear of the walking dead has become stronger and she has now become petrified of those living dead creatures.

Beth was next to her curled up in a ball, snoring softly. 'At least someone is having a decent nights sleep', Rebecca thought peeking over at her.

Rebecca turned on her side, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. There was no clock visible in this room so the time was unknown; although she could hear voices coming from downstairs so it was most likely a suitable time to get up.

With a loud yawn, Rebecca sat up straight and wiped the disgusting sleep out of the corners of her eyes. The nightmares during the night caused her breathing to become rough and rigid. It was dreadful knowing you're going to most-likely die from being eaten by the walkers and torn apart before turning into their kind. It was predictable, unless you took your own life with a knife or Gun to the head, but who has the guts to do that? Strong people, that's who. People who have the strength to pull the trigger or force the piece of metal into their skin without hesitation. That's who Rebecca dreamed to be, someone strong and capable of making the right decisions without backing down or regretting them later.

Thinking about walkers erupted shivers rolling down her spine. From what she knew, she was safe for now. She's surrounded by a barbwire fence, capable to keep the walkers out. The people that took her in when she had no where to go, most of them all care for her safety and will protect anyone in their group if they are in danger. For the little time Rebecca spent at the campfire last night, it was clear how comfortable everyone was with each other, they were all family.

Family. Something Rebecca didn't have anymore, she was on her own now and as much as these people who surrounded her are kind and caring they would never compare or out throw her own family.

"Good Morning." Beth croaked, turning to face Rebecca. She yawned and stretched out her arms behind her head. Her blonde hair was all over the place, strands were in her mouth, stuck to her forehead and all over the pillow beneath her head. "It's so hot." She groaned, placing her cool hands on her cheeks.

It was quite the opposite of hot actually, Rebecca was freezing. She had the sheet brought right up to her neck and wrapped tightly around her body trapping in as much heat as possible. Rebecca was shocked, "Hot?" she said bewildered. "It's very cold. Do you feel unwell?"

Beth started to breathe deeply, she struggled to lift her own body weight and sit up. "I feel like crap." She admitted. "My body is aching and I must look like a sweating pig."

From Rebecca's point of view Beth did look unwell. Yes, Rebecca only met her yesterday but surely her appearance wasn't meant to be sweat-covered and her body unstable. Rebecca unwrapped herself from the sheet and pressed her hand flat against Beth's forehead. The gesture made Beth sigh happily, Rebecca's hand was cold and when it met Beth's warm flesh she felt relieved. "You're very warm, it's most likely a fever." Rebecca mumbled, removing her hand.