The night air stung as I drew in a long breath. My eyes blinked insanely, and fear had taken control of my body. The shattered window that lay outside of the general store showed a gruesome image of a creature of which defied nature. My eyes were a bright yellow that glow with the night. My skin had become a sickly green. I could have lived with that, but then I saw my hands. My fingers were now claws that stretched far. The ends were sharp as a knife, and my once deep silky black hair was slowly changing in color. I was a deformed monster as tears streamed down my cheek I only glared at my reflection.
In my human life, I had already figured out how cruel the world was. School massacres, kidnappings, gangs all of that and more was a part of my corrupt generation. Though I was fifteen and lived in the suburbs of Montreal, Canada I had a good grip on the meaning of life.
I also knew of the projects of base 1232. My mother worked as a scientist for it. She never told me anything. She would only say it was top secret as if I were a juvenile. Then again, I did sneak into her office on occasion so when project 34 went terribly wrong I knew. An experiment that had already affected America and we were trying to cure here.
A chemical spill in New Orleans, Louisiana became an epidemic. The spill made its way through the city quickly, but it had ended abruptly. It sunk into the graves of innocent people bring them once more to walk the Earth. Only they were violent impatient killers, even to those they love. It spread, and has even slowly brought its way to Canada.
That was under tight lock and key. Canadians weren't to know of America's trouble while in secret we were trying to help them. Project 34 was meant to cure the zombies when in fact they became stronger and lost even more of their once human self. A monster bent on killing all in its path. Or, at least I had seen them that way, but now as I speak as a zombie I realize how wrong I was.
My tears became screeches as well. I grew louder, and just walked off. My body ached and I felt sick. I wandered around the city in hopes of finding someone. Zombie or human I couldn't be alone.
Suddenly, a girl darted in front of me. Her little blue eyes flashed fear and she ran as fast as she could.
"Please, don't leave me!"
I screamed in agony as I chased her. Then, I realized what she was running to. I froze as a shot flew past me. It seemed as if time had slowed, and the bullet had a matrix moment as it narrowly avoided my cheek bone. An elder man with a white fuzzy beard spit my way as the little girl was held in the arms of a short lady with deep brunette hair. The girl cried as shock over come her.
"Bill, she is going into a panic attack."
The girl began to gasp for air and her eyes grew large. She fell softly into the brunette's arms. Her body grew limp as the bearded male ran her way.
"She's gone. Nothing left to do leave her."
The brunette looked at him. Her eyes burned an emerald shade of green.
"We are not leaving this poor child!"
"What are we supposed to do for her?"
It seemed as if everyone had forgotten about me as the girl became the center of everyone's attention. I felt the tear drops beginning to fall. Then, I ran the opposite way.