Middle(End Part 2)

Chapter 1

A/N: I AM LAZY, SO I WILL BE REFFERING TO LASERCORN AND JOVENSHIRE AS LASER AND JOVEN.

Day 1 of Infection:

Laser shouldn't be here, he knew that, and maybe he wouldn't be if it weren't for that black widow bite. He'd been bitten by one of the zombies, probably while he was ripping their heads off. One bite from a zombie had a 25% infection rate. Theoreticly, a body could be a carrier, and not actually not be turned. No one had yet been bitten and not turned.

"What's that,"Joven asked, pointing to Laser's hand.

Laser looked at the red swollen bump on his right hand.

"Spider bite,"Laser said,"I think."

Laser couldn't show Joven the bite on his upper arm, the teeth-marks. The two said their final goodbyes to their fallen friend, then made their way out of the house before more zombies caught their scent.

The two were near the desert in the southern California. Zombies didn't fare well in deserts, as their insides rot and disintegrate faster. They were heading to find their friends, Mari, Anthony, and Ian. That is, if they were still alive.

Laser's POV

It was somewhere near Death Valley when I felt the first shot of pain. Whether it was from the zombie bite or the spider, I don't know. I grabbed my arm and winced in pain. Joven stopped and looked at me sympathetically, and I remembered how I'd joked about tripping him to escape the zombies.

"We've gotta fix that,"He said.

"Is there time?"

"We've got maybe an hour, at most,"He said.

He took my arm and surveyed the bite. He then attempted treated it as best he could.

"Where'd you learn to treat a spider bite?"

"Internet,"He said simply.

I laughed at him.

Day 2 of Infection:

We found shelter inside an abandoned gas station, which had some maps that we looked at.

"We have to go south,"Joven said,"It'll probably take all day, but we'll get there."

Paralyzing, stinging pain, like being stabbed by hundreds of knives and stung by bees at the same time.

"Dude, are you okay,"Joven asked.

"Yeah,"I said,"Just the spider venom."

"Yeah, okay,"He said,"Just tell me if it gets too bad, and we'll find some medicine."

I nodded, knowing full well it was the zombie bite and not the spider that was causing the pain. If I told Joven, he'd put a bullet through my brain for sure.

I got out my sword and hung it on a little weapon-holding sash. Joven put his gun in his pocket and slung his survival pack around his back. They headed out down the abandoned highway.

"I can't get my mind off Sohinki,"Joven said randomly.

"It...it had to be done,"I assured him,"You said so yourself."

"I know,"He said,"I just..feel terrible."

I coughed onto my hand, and when I pulled the hand away, there were spots of blood. I wiped them onto my dark shirt before Joven could notice.

Day 3:

Everything was a blur when we talked to Ian and Anthony early morning. They thought we were zombies, tried to shoot us, then said:"Explain in the morning, just come in.", and let us into the house. Funny thing is, I WAS technically a zombie, they should have shot me.

When I woke up, the three of them were talking in the hall. It had to be mid-morning, maybe noon. I only heard bits of what they were saying.

"...Sohinki got attacked by zombies..."

"...Bit by a spider..."

"...Really messed up..."

My head was spinning, my stomuch churning, ready to empty itself. I waited untill they were gone, then I ran to the bathroom and threw up. It was red, bloody. I nearly screamed in horror, then covered my mouth and flushed the toilet.

Day 4:

I had a fever, Anthony told me my temperature was 102. I was sweating and shivering at the same time. Joven and Ian were on a food run. Anthony had brought me some soup and water. I took three bites of soup and put the bowl down.

"I can't eat anymore,"I said.

"That's fine,"Anthony said.

"Anthony,"I said,"Will you do something for me?"

"Sure."

The pain was intense, my skin feeling torn off, my body on fire. I couldn't handle it anymore. This has to stop.

"Kill me."