Disclaimer - (Fair Warning: I'm not going to be posting chapters as much as I should, but it will be what I do in my off time. There will be language in this, so if you don't like a lot of curse words, don't read it. I am the sole creator of this story.)

*Chapter Two: Avoid Survivors - They only want to kill me!*

Blood was now spattered on my hand as I revved the motor of my bike. My shirt is completely torn from those bastards trying to grab at me. I was only able to get away after hitting the fuckers in the head. Not only with my bat but with my fists. It didn't even hurt. It was as if I had the super human strength as well. I looked at my reflection once again as I rode along the highway. My eyes were glowing brightly and my hair was thinning. But it wasn't falling out as much as it had been. I looked back up to the highway as it was littered with cars and the dead. I swerved around as many of them as I could. Then I heard gunshots over the grind of the engine. After I checked my surroundings so I wouldn't be attacked so close, I turned off the motor. I listened for the gunshots. My hearing was keener. I must be one of those fuckers. Perhaps these things had thoughts and feelings. No. That couldn't be it. It couldn't be that simple. If that were the case, they wouldn't be attacking people at all. Craving flesh. Speaking of craving something. I grabbed my abdomen and felt a gnawing hunger there. "Oh fuck no, I won't do that.." I was starving. The need for flesh flooded my brain as I sat there on the bike. I shook my head as I continued to listen for the gunshots from earlier.

Bang, bang. I heard it once again. I revved up the bike and rode towards the sound. There were survivors. But should I go near them? I looked to them and they stopped after they shot down the undead before them. One of the men had a scar above his eye, fresh by the looks of it. The other man was holding an ax. I started to take off my helmet and then I remembered how I looked.

"Yo, baby.. A little lost huh? We could use your help with these fuckers," the man with the scar exclaimed as I lowered the helmet back down to rest it on my shoulders. I didn't even take it off. I stepped off the bike and pulled my jacket on to cover my arms, so they wouldn't want to shoot me on sight. I took my bat in hand and swung it over the heads of a few of the zombies nearby, dispersing of the rest of them.

The man with the ax lowered it and sighed. "Whew, been a long few hours. I'm Shaun.." He extended his hand and I shook it gently, not really wanting to get too friendly. I remember hearing stuff about how people might go crazy after a while. I just didn't want to get mixed up in that sort of thing. The man with the scar shrugged as he reloaded the shotgun. "Oscar.." he spoke with a gruff tone.

I smiled from behind the helmet visor. "I'm..." I mumbled, stopping what I was saying. I didn't want to give them my real name. Didn't seem right. "You can call me..." I paused once more. "AtomicZombeh, or A.Z. for short."

"A.Z. huh?" Shaun muttered. "What type of name is that?"

In truth, it was the only name I could think of. It was one I was quite accustomed to on the forums and on XBOX Live. It was truly my gamertag from many days of playing zombie-infused horror shooters. "A codename of sorts.." I responded. Yeah, that sounds right. A codename. It was a name for me. Because now that I am infected with whatever this shit is, I'm not really Anna Hayes anymore. Not the 22 year old game designer that got fired for mentioning a sequel game to the board of directors and then had to become a bag-girl at the local Stop 'n Shop. I'm just...AtomicZombeh. "In truth guys, not really comfortable with giving you my actual name."

"Oh no! Don't worry. It's quite alright. I think I could get used to it," Shaun responded. Oscar seemed a little more distant. He had a look about him that reminded me of a game character. Nick, I think it was - from Left 4 Dead.

"Why don't you remove that pretty little helmet and let us see what you look like," Oscar mumbled as he cocked his shotgun. I stepped back from him and bumped into my bike. Was he onto what I had become? I wasn't sure, but this wouldn't be safe for long. "I said, remove that fucking helmet, bitch!" Oscar lowered the barrel and aimed it right at me.

"What the fuck, man? She's not one of them. Have you completely lost it?" Shaun said trying to reason with his comrade. "She's talking with us. She's not one of them."

Oscar pulled away from Shaun and kept his aim steady on me. "Are you fucking insane, Shaun? This fucking cunt may be walking and talking, but she's certainly one of them!" He fired the loaded round into the ground, causing it to ricochet off and hit an infected in the head. "I said fucking remove that goddamn helmet! Last fucking warning!"

"Oscar! Stop, you're going to get us all killed!" Shaun was pleading now trying to block Oscar's path.

I pulled off my jacket and slung it over the bike, before I slid the bat into the side-slot. "Man, you really don't want to do that. I'll just be going." I jumped on the bike and Shaun glanced over at me as he was holding Oscar back.

"Oh fuck! She's got pale skin! How can that be?! She can't be talking and be one of them!" Shaun had certainly changed his tune now. "Fucking shoot her!" I kickstarted my motorbike and drove past them. Oscar fired the shotgun once more. The sound damn near shattered my eardrum. The pinging wasn't stopping as I continued down the alley to leave. Even survivors couldn't be trusted. Not when I look like this. I pulled off my helmet and slung the strap over my shoulder. My hair flowed in the wind behind me as I continued to hear gunshots. They were still shooting after me? Perhaps a group of the undead surrounded them. Shaun seemed like a nice guy at first, but that's what they all appear to be.

I kept riding. Tears fell from my eyes as they were lit up by the eerie glow from the sunset. I didn't know where I was going to go. I just knew I needed to get the fuck away from everything. Perhaps if only I could crash.. The impact would kill me and I wouldn't be this...this abomination that I had turned out to be. I closed my eyes as I started to feel the bike drift but something inside of me caused me to straighten the handles. Was it my humanity? Was the real me still clinging on to what was left? I'm not sure but something made me continue to ride even in this hour of hell. The sun was nearing the time it would set and I knew I needed to get off the streets.

I turned the corner only to come in contact with a bunch of survivors. They all started to scream. "Hey look! It's a police officer! They've come to save us!" Everyone started cheering as I sped up. The looks on their faces showed hope through the despair. I saw children standing by holding knives and blunt objects. But I couldn't stop. I just couldn't. I revved the motor once more and sped past them. "Fuck! No! Stop! Come back!" was all I heard. My tear-stained cheeks were now drying as I came to a realization. I must avoid survivors. They only want to kill me. They wouldn't accept the real me. The me that has become this monster. Half human and half...half blood thirsty vile creature.

Speaking of blood thirsty. The need for flesh entered my brain yet again. I grabbed my abdomen as I passed another survivor. Sustenance. That's what I need. I needed something to help me get through the approaching night. But that was wrong. The human within me was screaming bloody terror that devouring another human would be utterly wrong. But the death that flowed through my veins craved meat. Human meat. It craved something that was so taboo, so forbidden. What in the hell am I going to do?

"What in the hell am I to do?!" I screamed in terror as the gnawing sensation was damn near driving me mad.