Infected? How can this happen to me? All of my life I have been the healthy one. Now, I am a walking virus farm. Yet I knew it was true. There was really no way that I could not be infected. When my wife’s teeth sunk into my flesh, I knew. I knew that my life would end soon, but not before I destroy other helpless people. I can feel my body trying to rid itself of the virus. There is no cure. I am impotent against what it will do. Earlier today, my wife started to convulse. She fell to the ground, foam coming from her mouth. I tried to help her, tried to stop her pain, but I couldn’t. She turned on me. I tried to fight her, but the virus gave her a new strength. She over powered me in a matter of seconds. I remember the feel of her teeth digging into my arm. I remember the searing pain. …show more content…
Can I end everything for the sake of everyone? I am not outside of his apartment. I do not remember walking here. My mind is becoming hazy. I knock. No one answers me. Anger wells inside of me. He should be answering, he’s home around this time. He doesn’t know who it is. I can’t bring myself to announce my identity. I knock again, more fervently. This time, my friend answers. Saliva drips from my mouth when I see him. Just a bite and he’ll be free. Now I’ll save him. Yes, I realize the truth now. The virus frees us from our old beliefs; frees us from our old dogmatic ways. I launch myself forward. I grasp him dark green shirt and sink my teeth into his warm flesh. His blood fills my mouth and a chunk of his skin glides down my throat. He’s screaming, struggling to break free. I feel his free arm come up and strike me on the head. I barely feel it. He’s grown weak in comparison to me. The sickness has turned me in to a new being that is much stronger than this mere human. I grab the arm and force it down. My jaws never unclenching from his flesh. My victim staggers back, trying to become free, but I move with him. I am over powering