Fear
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"Do you think our world will ever be the same again? Do you think we will ever feel safe?" I asked staring at nothing in particular. The gash on my head was slowly dripping blood into my eyes. My hands were violently shaking in my lap. The unknown man stood across the room with his arms crossed, he was first person who I've seen alive who was my age. Most were older and there was no children anymore as far as I knew. "I mean maybe it will be easier if we just ended it, you know? Instead of constantly living in fear, knowing that maybe this will be the day that we finally get ripped apart and turned into a flesh eating zombie."
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I blinked. My eyes began focusing on shapes. I could hear murmuring voices. I could smell medication. I could taste blood. I could feel scratchy blankets lying over my frail body. Three humans, talking under their breaths. A blue cast on my leg. Another on my arm. Stitches in my other 'leg'. More stitches on my face neck and chest. A huge stapled gash across my entire stomach, starting from my shoulder and going in a diagonal line straight across my body and ending at my hip bone. It had just avoided my heart. Tubes were threaded through my arms and other areas of my stomach. I was suddenly very aware of the amount of pain I was in. I cried out in pain and all three people turned to me. The middle one lurched forwards and took a needle from the side. The other two fussed around me, rethreading the tubes and checking that they were all fully functional. A sharp, aching pain pierced my neck and I caught the middle guy with a needle in my neck. My vision slowly began blurring again.

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