Chapter Ten
Fabian's P.O.V.
April 22, 2013 18 years young 12:00
So…I guess I'm gonna die. I was bit on my left forearm twice and my right once. Blood was seeping through my sleeves. But I saw blood seeping through Amber's jeans too. I hope to God she wasn't bit…
We finally lost the horde after an hour of fear exhausting running. We found a place to rest for a few minutes. I saw Amber roll up the leg of her jeans and saw a bite on her leg.
This is literally all my fault. I should have thought of a better plan. I shouldn't have used up all of the ammo, I shouldn't….UGH!
Now we're both dead because of my stupidity.
I sighed and rolled up my sleeves to show her she wasn't the only one….
"God, they ate you as if you were lunch." Amber said, her voice cracking. Tears were welling up her eyes.
"They got you pretty good too…" I trailed off. I felt like I was going to be sick.
"We tell no one. It takes a few days to turn from a bite, sometimes even a week. Maybe we can just put it off until we're achy, like we have the flu, then we tell them." Amber said. It was a horrible plan, but I don't have the guts to tell anyone this. Especially Nina…
"Okay." I said. After about five minutes of silence, we both walked home for three more hours. I guess we really were walking in circles before.
Before we walked through the gates, we both made sure our bites were covered. We put more blood on our sleeves to make it look like we killed a bunch of zombies so our bite stains would blend in with the story.
"Wow, it's like you walked through a blender of zombies and got all bloody." Joy said as we walked into the house. Amber shrugged. We put the supplies away.
Eddie approached us once we sat on the couch.
"So um…I've decided that…K.T is our newest group member." Eddie said. Amber choked. I stared at him, wide eyed.
"What? Was this choice voted upon the group? Or did you decide it upon your selfish little arse self?" I snapped.
"I decided it because…well it's complicated. I know her, Fabian. It's like in a past life we were together. I don't know…" Eddie said. I groaned and stood up.
"Maybe you should start thinking about others, Eddie." I snapped. I started to walk out of the room, but Eddie grabbed my wrist.
"I'M DOING IT FOR HER. I'M NOT THINKING ABOUT MYSELF THIS TIME. I CAN'T EXPLAIN THIS FABIAN! JUST FUCKING TRUST ME FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE! MAYBE YOU'RE JUST AFRAID OF HER. NOT AFRAID OF WHAT SHE'LL DO TO THE GROUP, BUT WHAT SHE'LL DO TO YOU, BECAUSE I'M NOT THE SELFISH ONE, FABIAN. YOU ARE!" Eddie screamed at the top of his lungs. I took a deep breath and shoved Eddie off of me then left the room. I walked to Nina and I's room and grabbed another hoodie and some sweatpants.
"Wow you're bloody." Nina said.
"Why would you care? You want to leave all of us so badly, you shouldn't care if we're all bloody or injured. Especially me." I hissed walking out of the room to the bathroom.
I took a long shower, the water scalding my bites, as a reminder that I was going to die soon…
I got out of the shower and saw a bloodstain in the white tile. It looked like it was a week old, or a little less than that, possibly. It seems as though blood stains are literally following me. They're all over the people I'm with, all over the walls and floors, all over my clothes, I think these bites are starting to affect my vision already too because I see red spots everywhere and they won't go away.
I got dressed and looked in the mirror. What if I die in my sleep and come back as a zombie and kill everyone? What if I kill Nina…
Amber's plan is really bad. What if I don't even make it through tonight? I'll never have a chance to tell everyone that I was bit and then I'll turn into a zombie and kill everything in sight. Amber only has one bite that I know of, I have three. God knows if that's even it. Maybe I have even more than that. Either way, I'm gonna die quicker than Amber. My days left as a normal human will be cut even shorter than if I got bit only once…
You know what's selfish? Keeping bites away from the group.
Keeping your soon to be death away from others.
Not being able to shoot myself in the head before I turn.
Not having the balls to commit suicide…when it will save more people than it will keep alive…
Eddie is right. I am selfish. But he's letting K.T stay and not letting anyone else have a say in it. K.T. The intruder. The one who threatened to kill us. The one who had huge douchebags chasing after her, putting all of us in danger.
But, I know I did something bad to her to make her hate me with such a passion. That little girl at the supermarket was obviously someone close to her. Little sister, maybe. The little girl looked about four…
I gagged thinking about it. I quickly got out of the bathroom and walked back into Nina and I's room.
She wants to leave. She wants to leave.
Why does she want to leave? To see other people? No group is gonna be all candy and peaches to her and accept her as one of their own in this world.
"It's the fucking zombie apocalypse, Nina. Do you understand that? No group will let you into their group kindly. You're K.T to them. The intruder. Not all groups are like us, Nina." I said. Nina jumped up, startled. She was reading a book.
"I know. I've thought long and hard about this, Fabian." Nina said, knowing exactly what I was referring to.
"Not hard enough, obviously. Say…you're lucky. You find a group that will let you in. What if they turn out to be some dangerous cult? Then what? You can't leave. If you try to leave or disobey their rules, they'll hurt you Nina. They'll hurt you." I said. Nina scoffed.
"Fabian, come on-"
"I'm serious. It happens. Have you thought about the things that could happen to you?" I asked.
"I'm trying to to be paranoid about this, Fabian." Nina sighed standing up.
"Well get paranoid. It's fucking dangerous out there."
"How do you know? None of you know. You've never been in another group outside the school grounds! I want a new life, Fabian. 'It's the fucking zombie apocalypse'. I want to survive, but have fun surviving. Staying in this stupid fucking house isn't really my definition of fun." Nina said.
"You want to have fun? Who are you?! Cyndi Lauper?! What drugs are you even on!? Do you hear yourself?!" I yelled. A tear rolled down her cheek.
"Stop crying." I sighed. She sniffled and wiped her tears away.
"I know you really want to leave. But Nina, you're only thinking about the positives." I said, trying to calm myself down.
"I think you just don't want me to go. We've been fighting. A lot. But-"
"Stop." I said.
"Please." I said, on the verge of cracking.
"Are you breaking up with me?" She asked.
"No." I said, looking away. She grabbed my jaw and turned my face towards her.
"Then what?" She asked. I'm bit. And I don't want to hurt you. Emotionally, physically, verbally… I love you. I don't want you to leave me while I'm still here…
"Nothing."