Julie P.O.V.
I came to again, who knows how much later, and took in my surroundings. I was in the city; the suburbs I think. My throat was burning and I could smell everything- and by everything, I mean EVERYTHING. I could smell the tar of the road, the must and mildew of the decaying houses, and another smell that I couldn't identify. It smelled absolutely delectable, like the sweetest nectar in existence, and yet, I couldn't put a name to it. All I knew is that I wanted it-badly.
Wait a minute…who am I? I thought hard, turning over every stone and leaf in the wilderness that is my mind, to no avail. What's wrong with me?! I can't remember my own name! I (whoever I am) looked around dazedly, not really seeing anything until my eyes landed on someone. He had black hair and was wearing blue jeans, a red hoodie, and a grey shirt.
I saw him begin to approach me and panicked. A million worst case scenarios ran through my mind. Was he going to kill me? Kidnap me? Sell me? Okay, I'm willing to admit that last one is a long shot, but I have every right to be worried. I'm not exactly doing well right now!
He shuffled closer before stopping right in front of me. I looked up into his steely grey eyes looking for any trace of deception and violence and found none. He had a kind calmness about him that put my mind at ease. There was something really familiar about him too…
"R…" He introduced pointing to himself. "Ju-lie" He added, pointing at me with a small smile. It's as if he knew I couldn't remember my name. Apparently my name is Julie.
"Ju-lie" I stammered out after what felt like a decade, pointing at myself. Great, I lost my speech too. What's wrong with me?
"R" I stammered, pointing at him. The guy—R nodded and smiled a bigger smile. I smiled in return. One thing I knew for sure, I must know this guy R, and if the way I'm feeling right now is any indication, I must have loved him.
"Zom-bie" R stated, pointing at me, eyes pleading with me to understand.
I whirled around as quickly as I was capable of, which wasn't very quickly since my reflexes were now abnormally slow, expecting to see a zombie behind me, teeth about to take a chunk out of me. When I saw nothing, I turned back to face R, confused. I stood there staring into space for a moment.
"You w-were bit" R clarified, biting down in a demonstrative way.
Inside I was screaming. I tried to tell myself that it couldn't be true, that this was all some cruel joke and I was only not feeling well. But the more I thought about it, the more I came to the conclusion that R was right. Like it or not, I was a zombie now.