Queen Luana : I guess this could go for any zombie related story. If you don't like OC's, this isn't the right fic for you. Basically this is just a try-out since I haven't written anything in a while. Let's see if I haven't gotten rusty.

Step 1: Infection

I shut the door tightly and locked it. I held on tightly to my baseball bat, watching the door, waiting for a noise, for something to force its way through. When nothing had happened after a minute or so, I scanned the room for heavy objects and found a table and a couch. I toppled over the table and pushed it up against the door, then put my shoulder against the couch and started pushing. It grated over the floor and I slowed down, to avoid attracting any unwanted visitors. In my rushing I had miscalculated the size of the table, causing the couch to not fit between its legs. Trying to maintain what little sanity I had left in me, I kicked the side of the dirty green sofa as an exhaust for my frustration. I took a deep breath then turned it so at least part of functioned as a barricade. Then I stepped back to observe the room I was in.

I had shut off the only exit (and more importantly entrance). There was a small window next to it, but it had bars on the outside and was boarded up on the inside. Someone had sought refuge in here for a short period. There were some cans of food scattered on the floor, mostly unopened, and a six-pack of beer. Most of the light entering the room came from the skylight. Whoever had been hiding in here had probably figured it didn't pose much of a threat.

I looked for anything that could serve as a bandage. A piece of cloth or a garment left behind. But except for the previously mentioned items, there wasn't much there. With a sigh I sank down in one of the corners and looked down at my arm. I never thought human teeth were capable of creating such nasty bite marks. He'd been in the middle of taking a large chunk out of my left forearm before I'd managed to shove him away. So half a chunk of me-meat was still partially attached to my bone. It didn't hurt as badly as it looked, though. It was a more of a numb, buzzing pain. I'd seen the few early news broadcasts. I knew how the infection spread.

I pressed down on my veins, hoping it would somehow slow down the infection. I tilted my head back till it touched the wall and closed my eyes.

"Anna, you stupid bitch."

What would you do if you only had a few hours left to live (a day at the most, if you're feeling optimistic)? Tell your friends and family you love them. I pulled out my cell. No bars, just my luck. At least I still had sufficient battery power left.

I was amazed that I wasn't crying. I mean, there I was, hunched in a corner with little light, no connection to the outside world and only cans of beans and beer as a final meal. I supposed it hadn't hit me yet. Though I'd wished I'd had some sort of entertainment and not just spend my final hours waiting for death to come. And if only I had something to bandage up the wound. Looking at it alone was nauseating. Seeing no other way I took off my t-shirt, slowly as to not hurt my arm, and carefully tried to rip of a strip from the bottom. It tore up further than I wanted it too and I cursed. I took one end of the strip between my teeth and used my good hand to wrap it around the bite. I bit down hard when the pain intensified but nevertheless managed to tighten the bandage properly to stop the bleeding and tied it in a knot. I put my shirt back on and saw that on the left side you could catch a glimpse of the bright red lacey bra when I raised my arms, the right side was at belly button height.

Aside from the pain in my arm, I felt all right. My mind was clear, my eyesight and hearing equally sharp and I had no desire yet to taste human flesh. But I didn't know how much time I had left.

Queen Luana: This is just a taster. Next chapters will be longer.