It had come out of nowhere. I hadn't been expecting it. I thought I had myself covered. But one of those awful things had lunged out of the darkness of the store and bite right into my flesh. I stabbed him in the head but it was too late.

I was bitten by a zombie.

I was alone in the tiny store besides for the dead zombie. I tried to stop the blood from flowing from the wound on my arm, but I knew that I was done for. My head began to spin. How could this have happened? I had tried to be so careful.

Everyone I knew and loved was dead. I had to put down my dad just hours ago. There was no civilization left. There was just death and zombies eating flesh and I knew once you got bit you were gone. They said it was some virus that had been unleashed – I didn't know the specifics before the radio and tv went out and it was just us alone.

I dropped my gun to the floor and crawled over to the corner. The blood covered my arm and I tried to staunch it with my shirt but it didn't matter. The bite was deep. I tried not to make noise. I couldnt fend off anymore right now. I really couldnt. But part of me wondered if it mattered. I was as good as dead to begin with now.

The corner hid me from the windows where once and a while a zombie shambled by. It wa nightime, which I hated. I had gotten seperated from edward a few days ago. Was he still alive was he still oaky? I dont know how this affected him – if it did at all.

I let out a hiss of pain as the pain radiated up my arm. I shut my eyes tightly, thinking here I would die in this tiny shop in forks, without anyone around to mark my death. And no one to put me down. I would become one of those...things. When dad had opened his eyes and tried to grab me, shooting him was the hardest thing I had done.

I let out a deep breath, trying to remain calm. Okay, bella, think, I thought to myself, what can I do? I slid over to my backpack and opened it up. Expired pain pills. Would that help at all? Probably not at this point. Some water. Alittle food. Nothing major. And a necklace edward had gien me I had taken before we had fled the house. Maybe I should try to sleep?

I crouched in the corner and laid down, trying to focus on my breathing. How long would it take for me to persih? Sometimes I saw it take minutes, sometimes hours. First came the pain, then the fever, then death. But the fever burned you up. Somehow I managed to drift off.

I had nightmares. Nightmares of the first zombie I had seen, visions of escaping our house and seeing forks being over run by these creatures as they feasted on the living. The cries of help, the panicked face of edward as we got seperated and I lost him in the corwd. And I hadnt seen him since. How would he live, what if he got bit? How did these things affect a vampire? The nightmares tormented me.

When I woke up, it was still night. A zombie was shuffling by and I squeexed tighter into the corner, terrified. But it didnt see me, it just kept going down the street. I felt hot, and knew the fever had started. I must not have slept long because I still felt like hell. Bella get it togethr, I thought, but knowing death was soon kept me in shivers.

I felt as though I was on fire as the night progressed. My fever was so hot I was sweating and shakng and felt ill. I threw up what little food I had consumed and began to hallciulate. I sowre I saw edward but I didnt. I couldnt have. I tried to shut my eyes but colours swirled in front of me, dark and dangerous and forboding. I threw up again.

And so the pain progressed. I saw my life before my eyes, until I was weak in the corner, staring vacantly at the night sky. This would be the end. When I closed my eyes it is as though edward was kissing me. He would never kiss me again. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. I started to convulse and then arched my back in the final throes of life itself.

Good-bye Edward.