Just Ozzie

Chapter 14

I pulled out my sword and looked at the stainless steel. It was so clean that I could see my reflection. That can't mean it's clean tho, I just stabbed a zombie with it. Then again, it's staring right at me. It can't hurt to do this. It'll just be a small cut. Only a tiny cut and that's it.

Because the sword was longer than a blade, I had to hold the handle differently. Holding the sword with one hand was actually hard. The steel was heavy and kept weighing my hand down. If I don't keep a good grip on it, it could slip out my hand.

Once I had a good grip, I held my arm out and pressed the tip down into my wrist. The tip of the sword was so sharp that it already had cut deep in the skin. Blood started oozing from the cut. I let the tip sink in deeper which made more blood pump out.

Then, I dragged the blade across my wrist trying to make a straight line.
I snapped out of it, what am I doing? This is too crazy. Sure it feels good but this is pathetic. I'm using my own sword to slit myself. This is the lowest I've ever gone. I'm done.
I tried to put the sword down but I couldn't. Physically, I couldn't. It was as if something took over my arm. I had no control over both my arms. It was like I was frozen.
The sword continued to sink into my wrist. I screamed because it was sinking in too deeply. I tried to fight against whatever it was forcing me to do this but it was no use.
The blade cut deeper into my flesh. I screamed louder as more blood spilled out my wrist. The blade cut past my bone. My hand fell off.

The hand fell to the floor. My arm squirted blood all over the sink and floor. Whatever was controlling me finally stopped. I screamed, cried, and jumped up and down because the pain was way to much.
I backed up into the wall and sunk down to the floor. The pain and blood went on for what seemed like forever.
I looked down at my hand less arm. The bone was sticking out and the flesh that surrounded it poured out blood along with all the veins in my arm.
I noticed that my skin was starting to dry and crust up. It was the crust of a zombie. It started from the nub and was going into my shirt. The blade infected me.
I could feel the crust run up my shirt covering my chest, then my neck, and now it was covering my face.
I tried to move but I was stuck again. I started to panic as the crust spread onto my chin then around my lips. The crust rose pass my nose. I could feel myself slipping into a zombie the more the crust grew.
The crust started to circle around my eyes which was the last uninfected place on my face. I screamed.

I immediately sat up gasping for air in cold sweat. I quickly checked my wrist to find that my hand was still there. I sighed in relief and tried to catch my breath.

It was only a nightmare. Luckily my pants were still dry. I finally calmed down then I looked back at my bad wrist. Somebody had wrapped it in bandages.

I was still spooked about the nightmare. I hate it when the pain in a dream feels real. I pushed the nightmare out my head like I always do the rest.

Wait...where am I? I was in a small bathroom. It was very dirty and stinky. I was sitting on a fold of cardboard and a roll of toliet paper was used as a pillow.

I slowly rose up to my feet then felt for my sword. Luckily it was still there. I walked towards the door and left the bathroom.

Apparently I was in a gas station. It looked pretty damaged and dirty and there was a barricade up against the windows. The shelves were looted clean. Thats too bad because I'm really hungry.

Suddenly I smelled ash and heard fast footsteps coming my way. Whatever it was, it was coming at me really fast. I quickly moved in my kendo stance and reached back for my sword.