Chapter One

Biology. It's got to be the most lamest class in high school. What is the point?

We're learning about diseases in biology right now. It's quite boring. Who really cares about Malaria? So what if it's a disease mosquitoes carry? They carry West Nile Virus too but no one hears about that news anymore.

This class is pointless. Mosquitoes, mosquitoes, mosquitoes. Malaria and mosquitoes. Who cares?

I'll bet there's a mosquito in this room right now that doesn't carry Malaria or anything. People overreact too much.

I looked up at the ceiling. I saw a small pest buzzing around one of the florescent lights. A mosquito?

Yes, it is a mosquito. What a coincidence!

"Hello, little friend," I thought to myself, hoping the little buzzing mosquito could hear that.

She buzzed away.

I figured it was a she because only female mosquitoes bit people….well I didn't know for sure if it had bitten anyone.

"Bye," I thought.

My eyes followed the little bug. She landed on Shelly. I hate Shelly. Shelly thinks she's so perfect and flawless. Everyone does love her. Oh well, there's nothing I can do about that.

"Phoebe! Turn around and face the front of the classroom, now!" barked the teacher.

I turned around and ignored the mosquito.

I heard Shelly and her neighbor snicker and glance over at me. I just looked down and pretended she didn't exist. That was very easy to do.

The rest of class was quiet. I looked back at the mosquito every now and then and saw it still sitting on Shelly's arm.

"Please little friend. Please get off of her before you catch the girly plague." I thought.

I turned back around and a few seconds later, Shelly screamed.

Everyone turned to stare at her.

Jeremy, the nerd who sat in front of me, stood up first.

"Malaria!" he shouted.

People ran out of the classroom screaming and shouting.

Their noises echoed through the hallways.

I stayed to watch. Could it really be Malaria? There was no way it could've been Malaria. Especially in the United States. It didn't exist here.

"No," I whispered.

Then something happened to Shelly; something which proved she didn't catch Malaria.

She was turning into a strange creature. Her body turned a light purple color. Her eyes bulged out of her skull. She held out her arms and tried to walk. She walked like some kind of monster. Like a zombie.

My mosquito friend did carry a disease. It was a new disease. It turned people into zombies.

"Thank you," I thought.

The mosquito landed on my hand.

I stood still. I was scared.

She seemed to have just landed on me just to see what I was or something. I didn't turn into a zombie or anything.

Maybe she didn't have a disease. Maybe Shelly did.

I laughed quietly to myself about that thought, then I hurried out the classroom door and bolted down the hallway.

"No way," I thought.

It seemed like Shelly wasn't the only one. People left and right in the hallways were turning into strange creatures that all looked like Shelly. Was it really the mosquito? Was I dreaming? Was it Shelly's fault? What is going on?

The only thing I thought of was getting out alive from then on. I had to escape the nightmare before I joined them.

I reached the outside of the school and ran home. No one seemed to be there. I was alone.

"Hello?" I called out when I got inside the front door.

There was no reply.

"Anyone here? Hello?" I shouted again.

No answer.

I shrugged and walked up the stairs and into my room.

I looked out my bedroom window.

The streets were calm as long as you ignored the zombie person limping down the street.

What was this World coming to?

I closed the blinds and lied down on my bed.

My mind started racing.

"How did this all start so fast? One minute I was in biology, the next, I was running for the sake of my life. Better yet, how did it start? It began with Shelly right? Then more people got infected so quickly. How come the one I saw didn't hurt me? Did it like me? What is going on? Who started this all in the first place and why?" I thought.

My questions may never be answered. All I had to do was hold on and run for my life. I needed a team. I needed weapons. Most of all I needed courage. I didn't have any of that. I was a loner in school. I had no friends at all. Except for Kyle. Kyle was my fiancé who I loved very much. I would have defiantly risked my life to save him. I wish I had. Now he is long gone and I may never see him again. It's my fault and I'll never let it go. I will regret his death for the rest of my life. I couldn't think of the thought much. He died a few years ago. Two years to be exact. I miss him so much and I would give anything to have him back. I wish he were here to help me through this nightmare. Maybe he's watching me. Maybe he knows. I wish I were strong. I'm weak and I would never be able to kill a zombie if I had to. I couldn't even kill a mosquito.

That night, I cried myself to sleep.