My nightmare

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A week has passed now. The number of infected have now grown in size. It started with 5; it's now 500 roaming the roads. The population of the town dwindled. 95 percent is now part of the infected. Those who fled didn't get far.

I've learned that the smarter the human that an infected has marked becomes a different type. I've been keeping notes on their actions. Their movements. Their tactics.

They don't like to be out in the sun. They smoke and their skin burns. They shrivel back to their hideouts away from sunlight. The smarter infected tend to hang around in the forest. Feeding off of animals instead of the human blood. It seems as they have learned that the human blood drives them insane and they cannot control their instincts.

Nightfall is approaching, I have to take shelter. The infected are more active when the sun falls. My supplies are running low. I've managed to conserve the amount of materials that I have been using. My weeks worth of rations are dwindling. I need to go out tomorrow and search. Maybe find a deer an hunt it down. Its dangerous though. The infected lurk throughout the trees.

My senses are heightened now. My hand ready at my side; ready to grab my blade to defend myself. I make a more from my hiding spot to hide in the closest house or store. Before I can move any further, I hear rustling behind me. I've been hiding out by the edge of the forest. Whatever is behind me must have been watching me for a while now; waiting for my next move.

I stay low to the ground. Silent. Listening and waiting for the right moment to strike. The rustling continues, it's growing closer to my location. My hand now gripping the hilt of my blade; the thing is footsteps away from me. Suddenly it stops. All movement around me just stops. The grass isn't moving. The leaves aren't twisting. Not even a flutter of small footsteps from a small animal.

I look down and angle my blade so i can use its shiny reflection to see what's behind. Blood red eyes stare right into mine. My blood runs cold. An infected is directly behind me. I haven't come across one of them yet. I've only seen the horror of what they do from a safe distance. How did it find me and why is it just staring and not striking?

I keep my movements very small. Keeping my breathing very calm. Trying to remain as still as possible. The infected now growls or grunts at me. My body involuntary flinches at the sound. I've always been a skittish person. Jumping at the slightest sounds when focused.

Standing up, my hand wrapped around the hilt of my blade. I'm now fully turned and facing the creature.

"I'm not afraid of you. I never have been; nor will I ever be." I spoke loud and clear but it was a little broken from not using it for over a week now.

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(A/n) Ah finally..a year later I've looked at this and just decided to post it. Busy busy busy..its all I ever am..
Sigh..hope y'all enjoyed!