Infection
I can't remember how we got here, but we (me, Russ, "dream friends" and other refugees?) were at someone's grandparents house. We were staying there for a little bit and they keep bringing in sick people. I guess there was an epidemic going on.
I was outside where they had a huge chain link fence surrounding the area. Next door there was some kind of gang or something and a member from there broke in. A bunch of the guys staying at the house got the dude out but not before he set some kind of trap that I didn't see.
Next thing I know there are a fuck-ton of infected zombie-type creatures pouring into the fenced zone. Everyone flips out and it goes into chaos meltdown. People are running everywhere; into the zombie horde, getting eaten and whatnot. I end up finding the group I went there with and we all join hands in a group. The people closest to the zombies had cardboard boxes propped up against them to keep them away. The rest of us walked in a tightly packed group walking out of the area.
The crowd starts to thin out, I was so scared they were gonna get us. We form a line and pass a line of people going towards the chaos. They were on a bus and were filing out the back to go to the "sanctuary house". We were all assholes and didn't tell them it was over-run because we needed the bus and there were too many people. So we let them all exit the bus with smiles and hopeful looks as we traded spots with them and got to safety.
I'm finally in the bus and I sit next to my closest friend I'd made there (don't know who she is in real life). I'm talking to her as we take off. Then I see Russ sitting across the bus and he runs over to kiss my head and runs back. I watch him as he starts to cry and run over to him to sit. I ask him what's wrong and he breaks the news to me: one of the zombie things puked on me and apparently that's a way to get really sick and infected. He tells me it got on my sleeve and in my hair on the back of my head and a little on my face. It must've been really tall and puked on top of me but in the hecticness I didn't notice. I try to take it lightly and say that it's fine and that we don't exactly know if it'll happen to me, but after a couple of minutes it sinks in and I begin freaking out, sobbing and screaming and saying things that don't make any sense (probably part of the sickness).
We get to our next destination to clean up and stuff (it might've been my parents' house 'cause I remember the bathroom) people are getting patched up and cleaned and stuff. I visit Alex in his room and help around. Finally, I decide to clean myself up (I'd forgotten about my "fate"). So I go into my parents' bathroom and look in the mirror and this is what I see:
My nose is huge and pointed down (like a Halloween witch) and there's a HUGE, (like poking up almost into my eye), dark red boil on the side of it. I have no idea what to do and I'm panicking. I look at it and see that it's coming off, but I don't want it to because it'll be bad.
But in double time, as I'm looking at it, my nose swells even bigger; the whole thing turns red like the boil and I have no other option but to pull at the edges of it. I'm screaming and freaking out and distinctly remember shrieking, "MY NOSE IS COMING OFF!"
it drops off into the sink; a big red and pink blob of skin and blood, and I'm left with a meaty looking hole in my face. All you can see are my eyes and my bottom lip. The other person in the bathroom (might've been Russ) runs out to tell the others and I'm panicking and I wake myself up.
Yikes.
I was outside where they had a huge chain link fence surrounding the area. Next door there was some kind of gang or something and a member from there broke in. A bunch of the guys staying at the house got the dude out but not before he set some kind of trap that I didn't see.
Next thing I know there are a fuck-ton of infected zombie-type creatures pouring into the fenced zone. Everyone flips out and it goes into chaos meltdown. People are running everywhere; into the zombie horde, getting eaten and whatnot. I end up finding the group I went there with and we all join hands in a group. The people closest to the zombies had cardboard boxes propped up against them to keep them away. The rest of us walked in a tightly packed group walking out of the area.
The crowd starts to thin out, I was so scared they were gonna get us. We form a line and pass a line of people going towards the chaos. They were on a bus and were filing out the back to go to the "sanctuary house". We were all assholes and didn't tell them it was over-run because we needed the bus and there were too many people. So we let them all exit the bus with smiles and hopeful looks as we traded spots with them and got to safety.
I'm finally in the bus and I sit next to my closest friend I'd made there (don't know who she is in real life). I'm talking to her as we take off. Then I see Russ sitting across the bus and he runs over to kiss my head and runs back. I watch him as he starts to cry and run over to him to sit. I ask him what's wrong and he breaks the news to me: one of the zombie things puked on me and apparently that's a way to get really sick and infected. He tells me it got on my sleeve and in my hair on the back of my head and a little on my face. It must've been really tall and puked on top of me but in the hecticness I didn't notice. I try to take it lightly and say that it's fine and that we don't exactly know if it'll happen to me, but after a couple of minutes it sinks in and I begin freaking out, sobbing and screaming and saying things that don't make any sense (probably part of the sickness).
We get to our next destination to clean up and stuff (it might've been my parents' house 'cause I remember the bathroom) people are getting patched up and cleaned and stuff. I visit Alex in his room and help around. Finally, I decide to clean myself up (I'd forgotten about my "fate"). So I go into my parents' bathroom and look in the mirror and this is what I see:
My nose is huge and pointed down (like a Halloween witch) and there's a HUGE, (like poking up almost into my eye), dark red boil on the side of it. I have no idea what to do and I'm panicking. I look at it and see that it's coming off, but I don't want it to because it'll be bad.
But in double time, as I'm looking at it, my nose swells even bigger; the whole thing turns red like the boil and I have no other option but to pull at the edges of it. I'm screaming and freaking out and distinctly remember shrieking, "MY NOSE IS COMING OFF!"
it drops off into the sink; a big red and pink blob of skin and blood, and I'm left with a meaty looking hole in my face. All you can see are my eyes and my bottom lip. The other person in the bathroom (might've been Russ) runs out to tell the others and I'm panicking and I wake myself up.
Yikes.
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