Infected

Epilogue

I saw a bright light, a light so bright that it appealed to me, it was calling me, telling me to go to it. I obeyed like the obedient boy I was. I was headed straight towards that light and I was never going to come out of it. The closer I got to it, the more alive I felt. I felt its energy pulsating towards me, it was a drug that I could live with and not be ashamed of. All positive energy surrounding the light, filling me with joy and making the blood in my heart pulse wildly.

                I started to fall. I didn’t know why but I was getting farther and farther from the light. I felt its positive glow slowly reside from me, making me go back to that place I didn’t want to go to. I was falling to the darkness; I could feel tendrils of emptiness fill the void of that darkness, taking me to nothingness where I would remain. Yet, I didn’t reach that darkness nor did the tendrils touch my skin, instead I remained frozen in place. Purgatory one might say, but I called it hell. Everything started to change; the sky was slowly starting to turn a different hue, a red hue.

                That sky started turning to a ceiling and I felt walls enclose around me, trapping me in a box of some sort. And then everything stopped. The walls weren’t moving, everything was still red, and I felt energy unlike I have ever felt before inside me. I sat up, looked around to see I was in a room, and got up. I started limping towards the red light I saw emit from the doorway of the room. Everywhere I looked was red, the ground, sky, pictures, wood, and frames. And then I tried to remember.

                Who was I? Where was I? And that’s when I smelled it. I smelled the most wonderful thing I ever could remember smelling and it was calling my name. I limped out the bedroom and saw blood everywhere. The aroma of it was filling my nostrils, making me my belly churn for the taste of it. But I knew I couldn’t have it, it was old, stale, no use to me anymore.

                I walked out of the building, thankful for it being on the first floor. Everything I looked at was red, as were the limping decayed beings roaming the street. They looked positively horrid but they had the sweet scent of the red liquid on them. There was only one thing I could do. I joined them, walking with the crowd who knew where the red liquid was at.

FIN

 

*Authors Message* I finally finished this book. After months of writers block and me being lazy, I finally finished it. It may be crappy but it’s the first book I ever finished and I’m proud. It may be short, but it’s the first book I ever finished and I’m proud. If you liked this book, give it a thumbs up or favorite it, comment on it or whatever! Make sure to check out some of my other books once I start writing them. If people like this book enough, I’ll probably write a sequel. Heck, even if people don’t like I I’ll still probably write a sequel!