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“The one day we ask you to cover you shoot a human?” Tim rhetorically asks.
“Cut him some slack Tim, we thought all of the humans in this state had died out, after all…” Brian mentions.
“I-I’m sorry!” You begrudgingly exclaim, “I didn’t know that the inhabited couldn’t hop from roof to roof,”
“...whatever, just go apologize to the person you shot in the leg,” Tim mumbles.
“Do I have too?” You question, “It’s not like I knew they were human.”
“Go.” Tim commanded.
You let out a dissatisfied huff, before heading down to the medbay.
Reader’s POV:
You had been in the medbay for quite a while. Whom you assumed was the doctor had run thorough tests on you to see if you were one of the inhabitants.
You didn’t know that these tests were a thing until now.
Luckily, you weren’t incubating a parasite, and the doctor had managed to remove the bullet from your leg and stitch it up. He mentioned that nothing vital was hit, and that he will x-ray your arm later since he didn’t want to push your body too much, at this current time.
Currently, you are sitting in a hospital bed thinking about your doctor.
He was very tall, abnormally tall…
BUT!
That didn’t matter to be honest, because it wasn’t the oddest thing about him. He also had a blue mask on with dried black goo on it. The good looked similar to tar, and it appeared to have emerged from the eye holes of his mask.
Fortunately, he helped you and didn’t steal your body parts or turn you into a makeshift organ donor. Your eyes scan your surroundings. There was a nightstand beside you accompanied with an IV, heart monitor, and other vital signs monitors. There was an ugly bright teal curtain surrounding you, blocking you off from seeing the medbay.
You couldn’t take a look at the medbay earlier, due to the fact that your eyes were brimming with tears from the pain you were experiencing.
Your thoughts are interrupted as someone enters the medbay, and pulls your curtain back gently.
It was Toby.
“Hey,” He murmurs, “ Sorry I shot you.”
He clearly doesn't mean his apology.
Does he think you are a fool?
Someone who can't see through him?
What a joke…
“Whatever,” You grumble.
“Not even a thank you?” He questions.
“Thank you for what?” You respond full of irritation, “Shooting me? Or that insincere apology of yours?”
“Fuck off,” He groans, “ How was I supposed to know you were human.”
“Are you sure you're not the zombie?” You inquire, “Because you have the same cognitive abilities as one.”
He scoffed, preparing himself to argue back until…
“Tobias, stop arguing with the patient,” Your doctor demands.
“But-” Toby begins.
“Stop,” The doctor cut him off, “You were being reckless, and you should admit it instead of arguing.”Toby groaned.
“I will email Tim about this” The doctor says
“Seriously Jack? I’m not a kid you don’t need to tattle on me,” Toby huffed.
“Then stop throwing a tantrum and leave,” Jack replied.
Toby left.
“I’ve prepared prepared some tests to see the condition of your arm,” Jack stated, “Follow me,”
Two weeks since the majority of mankind was erased by a brain-altering parasite.
Okay, well that's technically not quite true...
They were alive, just actively rotting.
It was actually horrifying.
It starts with Stage One, when the parasite first begins to alter the mind. The person it inhabits begins to act feral and irrational, and it begins to crave the taste of human flesh. However, in this stage, the person still has control over their mind.
Then it moves to Stage Two, where the body starts actively decomposing since the parasites are interfering with the neurotransmitters. During this stage, the person does not have control over their body at all; they actively seek out human flesh and become fully unpredictable. However, the soul is still present in these moments, even though they can not control themself, they are still present. Forced to watch the havoc they are causing, unable to do anything about it.
The final stage it transferres too is Stage Three, at this point the soul is no longer present. The body is almost fully decomposed, and the zombie can barely walk. These types of zombies drag themself around with the sole goal of tasting fresh human flesh. They are extremely aggressive, although having limited mobilitythey are very fast, but also sloppy and easy to kill. Far less calculated than the other stages.
These zombies cannot die. The parasite makes them move and seek out flesh, no matter what. The only way to kill a zombie is to decapitate it or severly damage it's spinal cord. Decapitation stops the parasite from having control over the body, while severly damaging the spinal cord can cause paralysation, making the zombie unable to move.
In both scenarios, the parasite will exit the body, since it needs a provider that is able to actively seek human flesh.
However, if the body is partially paralysed, the parasite will stay. The body needs to be paralysed or detached from the head for the parasite to willingly leave its host, because it stops the parasite from sending the signals to the body it uses to acquire human meat.
These were the basic things you knew due to watching from afar. You weren't aware of any physical symptoms, because you weren't close to anyone in your town before the outbreak, and you had locked yourself in your bunker a week prior.
A week before the outbreak, you were taking a stroll in the woods near your house. You were taking a walk, but had gotten lost amongst the trees, and no service so you couldn't access google maps.
As you walked, venturing deeper and deeper into the forest, you noticed a girl standing on the porch of a wooden cabin. She was holding her head tightly while screaming in agony, begging for mercy.
You had hidden behind a big tree, watching what was going on, unable to move.
You saw the girl turn her head to reveal a tapeworm hanging out, wriggling deeper the more she moved and thrashed.
You had felt sick to your stomach...
She started to have an increase in anger, she twitched heavily, and began to heavily salivate.
You dry heaved before running in the opposite direction of what you saw.
Luckily, nobody had spotted you that day, and after you had scampered out of the woods, yoy had found a main road and gained service.
You had called the police, but they didn't believe you. They told you prank calls are not tolerated, and that you could be arrested before hanging up on you.
That night, you sat in your room, knowing that what you saw was going to spread across this town.
It wasn't exactly proven, yet you had a gut feeling.
It was better to be safe than sorry.
That night, you planned out everything you would need to survive if this becomes and epidiemic.
You created a bunker and filled it with stuff you deemed necessary for survival. Of course, you had items for comfort too, but you prioritised safety.
During this week of preperation you started drafting many theories, writing them down on paper, and organising them into files.
At the end of the week, you began posting your theories online and telling your friends and family how to stay safe, but everyone was calling you a lunatic.
You don't feel guilty that when the outbreak came, you didn't help out your friends and family. You couldn't risk getting infected. You do, however, wish they listened to your warnings, because all of the guilt, fear and mourning could have been avoided entirely.
You are currently sat in your bunker feeding your four month old orchird mantis. Her name is Opalite, and she lives in a terrarium. You rescued her from an old building.
Due to the zombie outbreak, most animals have returned to their habitat, and nature has been starting to thrive. This is due to the fact the human race is dying out, and the parasites killing it are not interested in using animals as hosts.
Infact if the parasite cannot find a human body to inhabit, they self destruct.
Earlier this week, the Save All Pets Organisation came buy; busting into every building and releasing all the pets from their housing, taking those needed to a veterenary office, before release.
This is because, there are currently limited safe zones. Around 4-7 in each continent depending on the size, there were more but infections spread like wild fire.
Your state has no safe zones, and is a long while from any, due to it being the first place the virus started in.
Today you were going to explore out of your town.
You wanted to head into the woods and explore where the virus started, but it would be best tk stay clear for now, since it is probably overrun with the undead.
