I took in a sharp breath, my head popping up once again as he pierced my leg with the blasted needle again. "I'm so glad I'm a pincushion" I grunted, picking up the notebook to pop him lightly on the head."I love that you can't resist the sight of a nasty, pale-which are gross, bloodied up leg, but really? I didn't even know there was a cut there!"
My voice had a slight tint of humor to it, a smirk on my lips as I watched him silently. Maybe that was the one reason I could hide the small fib that I had just told. Of course, I knew there was a deep gash in my leg there, but I wasn't going to say that!
He had spoken of my notebook a few moments before, and I knew I couldn't refuse him an answer. It was the least I'd owe him, and I owed him a lot. I took in a short breath, looking at the dark bindings of my book. I sighed quietly, shaking my head. "Not really anything anyone's likely to ever want to read. Simple things really. Day-To-Day events, food provisions from groups, weapons and ammunition findings, a map of the city-Drawn by yours truly, and a few other things. Historical things that need not be forgotten." I hadn't noticed the fists my hands had made as I spoke of the last part.
Since I had been little, I had looked up to my brother for everything. He seemed to be the only family I had had. He would always be at my recitals, and talent shows, when mom and dad were working. I didn't notice a sigh that escaped my lips as I looked off into space. Of course, history can never be rewritten, and I only hoped we [Becoming anyone] wouldn't find the scars and metal still in and under my skin from the 'accident' as I had referred to it in my notes. I had described it, well into detail, but I never called it anymore than an Accident.
For some reason, I felt the need to flip to the certain page I was speaking of, to read, and remind me, once again what had happened.
"I will never forget the sad moments that almost brought my demise. They were sad times; the times that had made me lose hope. I have never known what it has felt to know nothing, to feel nothing, to have nothing. . . For the past eighteen and one-half years of my life, I have been living a dream. This is the way god decided to make me descend from heaven into hell? Two days is how long I have been unconscious. Never again will I force myself to rely on others to keep me safe for two days. The Accident happened so fast, I could hardly tell what was happening. . . Brother snapped, like I knew he would. The way he had been acting since he watched his fiancé get torn to pieces were all the signs I needed, and of course, I ignored them. I simply didn't want for them to be true. For that simple reason, I was taken- nearly to death- by the hands of my brother. . . Jaq, the male of sixty-four, was the one that saved me. From what he says, I was shot four times, none of them I remember clear enough to tell you about on this day. (Later on, my memory cleared, and I was able to recall such events- written at a later date:2 weeks later- Page 24)"
My eyes flashed up once again, for a simple moment after I had finished reading the note I had left myself only a few weeks ago. This HAD reminded me. I was too close to this person. I was growing emotional ties to someone I could not protect; ties that would end me. I was too close, too trustworthy. Why had I done all this? Gotten in such a mess? Did I really not care anymore? I took in a short breath. I had decided not to sleep tonight, to simply wait. When my 'friend' was asleep, I would bolt. That's what I needed. I couldn't keep a tie to someone I couldn't trust. I couldn't even trust family. I didn't think about my wounds, I couldn't at a time like this. I simply had to act when the chance was here. Tonight was the chance. I would rather die fighting, than die by the hand of a friend.
The house was an iridescent blue in the moon light as I walked up the narrowing pathway. The house seemed to be settled on a hill, more on the outskirts of town. I could tell this by the few things I could see in the moon light. I had not gone into town, but away from it. My sense of direction had been thrown off by the sounds of moaning, and the darkness. Thank god I didn't come across any infected in the almost pitch-black alleyways.
I could hear a small sigh escape my lips. This was lunacy and stupidity wrapped into a big ball of screwed. *Who ever had the bright idea to run off in the middle of the night should go jump off a cliff before they hurt someone. Hey! Look who's next in line.* my eyes flicked across the scene, ignoring the snicker in the back of my mind.
My feet made little noise as I reached the front door. A hand reached forward, the other on the handgun that had been replaced in my hands. My hand wrapped around the cool metal doorknob, my eyes wide as they had almost fully adjusted to the darkness. I turned the knob silently, and the door pulled open. It was strange that the door was unlocked, but in times of panic, people didn't give a shit about belongings in a house.
I was more alert than usual. I guessed this was because of the Red Bull I had to drink earlier. It wasn't that far back, was it? I couldn't tell, time was passing me by, and I frankly, didn't care. Moonlight shone through the curtain less windows that were all about the house. I would have to make do with one or two rooms. A whole house could never be kept under wraps by one person. It was common sense.
The handgun that was pointed in front of me, gleamed silver in the moonlight. I walked on, my eyes wide as I looked through the darkness.
I cleared one room. The living room if I wasn't mistaken. There was a large flat screen Television, a couch, and a large arm chair. An animal skin rug accompanied the two bookshelves, and fireplace that filled the walls. There were no infected here, the first room I had searched. There would either be bodies, infected, or all of the above in this house. That was the main reason I didn't like changing locations that weren't already clear.
I took in a deep breath, my eyes scanning what was a kitchen. It was average for others, minus the arm that lay, dismembered on the cutting board, and the blood that splattered the walls. I was adventurous enough to look in the cabinets. I was rewarded for my searching. Behind the head that rolled from the bottom least shelf-telling me more that the infection had reached this house-, were two miniature bottles of water, and a large can of Ravioli. It wasn't spoils, but it was food.
I regretted taking the time to search. I had to be careful in the darkness. Anything could sneak up on me. I couldn't turn back the clock now, I just had to 'Keep swimming' The thought popped into my head, and I almost started singing like a loon. I swept the thought out of my mind quickly when I came to a hallway.
It was rather short, with a simple four doors and pictures lining the walls. I guessed one was a bathroom, two were bedrooms, and one was a laundry room of some sort. I cleared the first three rooms easily, two bathrooms, and a game room, come to find out.
The third was a bathroom, small in size, but had all the necessities. I pulled open the door to find a family. Not of the living, not anymore. You could say one of the family members was still 'alive'. A small boy, of maybe eight or nine, sat there in a pool of blood, feasting on his father's intestines. It made me shiver at the thought. Luckily, the infected had not been alerted when I opened the door. Therefore, I pulled out my hunting knife, severing the spine at the neck silently.
I was glad the light kept me from seeing clearly. I wouldn't want to see the other family members in their dead states. It simply wouldn't be healthy.
After wiping my hands off, I made it back to one of the two rooms. For some reason, the one room had a metal door instead of wooden one, and it was large, bulky, and red. There was a lock, and no way for infected to get in. I had literally; hit the million dollar jack-pot in hell. The thought made me smile slightly as I made my way into the room for the night. For all I had been able to gather, the infected couldn't break down metal, nor could they Open doors. Therefore, I was safe for once.
I stumbled inside the room, closing the door behind me before making sure the knob was securely latched. Around this time, I stumbled to the single window, making sure it had been fully secured before walking to the bed. I fell on it silently, my eyes already closed. No more pressure was on my legs, and I was in heaven for a moment. Of course, I still had to write.
I made sure to keep my eyes open as I rolled over. I didn't want to fall asleep at such times. I muttered something to myself before folding open the darkly bound book. There was a short intake of breath before I pulled a pen from its hiding place on my belt. With this, I started to write.
"It has only been two days since my first meeting with Liam. Two days is all it took for me to feel too attached to a human. My emotions were all that filled my heart. It even hurt to leave. It hurt to sever ties. It hurt to leave him there, sleeping silently, whilst I ran off on a suicide mission, but it had to be done. . . I ran off tonight, in the middle of the night, only to keep him safe. I reread The Accident again, and that's what made me decide. I could snap, or he could snap, and we would both be dead. This comes to my next point. Until further notice, I am writing all survivors off as dead at this point. There is frankly no way humans can come back from such a downfall in life, can come back from such illness. Just as I say Liam, Jaq, and my many fellow survivors are dead, I feel I am too. My mind will snap, or I will starve in this room. This place, this horrid bedroom of blue tinted walls, will be my tomb. I will stay here, secluded, until I either turn mad, or starve. I have a can of ravioli, and a few bottles of water to keep me alive for a bit, but not for much longer than what I usually have been. This place will be my burial ground, may it be by zombies or by another human; my day is coming. The wait is so simple; I can almost taste death on my lips. I have damned myself along with Liam, and for that, this is the punishment I will bear. Of course, for once, I feel no remorse for all this. This was meant to take the human race out. Our stupidity is no longer acceptable on Earth. Why stop the inevitable? So for now, as I sit in this drab small room, I will simply think, and ponder what little life that is left. After I complete this article, I will complete my journal for now. This is now about life, and not about living. Or is it about both? I'm unsure. For now, I will let my insanity settle, and my eyes watch other things. A wall perhaps?"
I finished off my writing, deciding that it was more about random rambles than about Liam, and our departure. I didn't care at the moment. All this was for me to know, and others to hopefully read my journal, and find out. I shuffled under the covers, the room darker than before it seemed. My writing was probably horrid in such bad lighting, but I didn't care. I bundled under covers for now, feeling safer in with the slight scent of Axe in my nostrils. I had left the notebook open, on the page I had stopped at. Maybe I would reread it later? Maybe not. Now wasn't a time to think. Now, it was time for me to sleep.