“What the hell was that all about? We gotta go back for him,” you yell.
“We can’t, he’s infected.”
“By a bite? So their like zombie things now?”
“No,” he says slowly, “not zombies. News said that it’s something in the bodily fluids. Any of that gets into your blood stream, you’re one of them in less that thirty seconds. Which means, half a minute to get your ass as far away as you can.”
You cough, you never caught your breath. The apartment is quiet. You call out your mother’s name. You pass through the dark hallway stumbling on something. You use the light from your cell phjone to see the object.
Suitcases? , you ask yourself puzzled. You hear a noise. It sounds like someone breathing with asthma. You regain yourself and look through an open doorway. At that same time a hand reaches out and grabs your face slamming it onto a wall. Your ears ring in pain and you manage to yelp. “If I hit my head one more god damned time,” you begin to say as you grab the arm and dig your nails deep into the flesh.