Season One: Jim's transformation
Jim One-Shot
Stay calm! No! No! No! Keep calm…stay calm! The pain! Oh, dear God, please….The stinging, chilling sensation running through the whole course of my body. The sweat won't stop running down my body. The sweat only worsens the chilling/stinging sensation. Every ounce of my bone marrow feel like it's being crushed. I'm so weak. My forehead, my face, my ears, my shoulders, my throat, my collarbones, my arms, my fingers, my chest, my back, my stomach, my legs, my feet, my toes. It hurts like Hell, especially the bite. I should have known by the nightmare…those damned graves! It was just foreshadowing. Of course I was too damn stupid to—Oh no! Here comes the sting up my throat and out comes the blood into the bucket. More blood, and more blood, and more and more and more. "Aaaaaahhhh! Errrr." I grunt. Just then I notice that we aren't moving anymore. The Winnebago is stopped. Why? I hear voices outside. Have we come across a hoard of the walkers? It doesn't matter anyway because soon I'll be-"Aaaaaaaahhhhh! Oh god! Please! No!" It's so painful. It's so hot in here. So hot. Flashing images of those things come into my head. Their animalistic groans, moans, hisses, and roars won't escape my head! Soon, I'll be one of them. I'm so scared, but I can't have them shoot me either, to leave me to be eaten by the-more blood. My throat is so raspy and it stings like somebody is forcing a white hot iron rod down my throat. Can't I just die already?
The door opens, and in comes Rick. We speak, but I can't even remember what about. All I know is that I just want to end this pain, but I will not have them shoot me. We slowly exit the Winnebago while I try to keep calm. They sit me down against a tree. The shade helps a bit. I tell them that I want to die here. It's what I want. They say their goodbyes. And when Jacqui kisses me on my cheek, it hurts like Hell. I could barely hear the Winnebago drive away. My breathing is slowing down and the pain is slowly leaving my body. I feel so peaceful, finally. I feel chills all over my body as I am slowly drifting off into sleep. I stare up into the beautiful, Georgian sky. So tired…my vision is hazy. I feel so weak. I say goodbye to Georgia as my breathing slows…and my vision is overtaken by darkness…