"Ugh, that stinks..."
The smell of dead infected scattered around the tall grasses almost made me puke. The blood also looks fresh. I guess Dean killed some strays to ensure that the area was safe.
"Now where in hell is that?"
Dean radioed me earlier through the walkie-talkie, and I explained to him what happened. He then told me to meet him in a hut located somewhere around here.
I looked behind me and noticed how far I was from Trosta. It breaks my heart to think about the people I've abandoned.
I hope we all meet again.
I ignored my thoughts and made my way through the thick bushes. A couple of minutes later, and I found a hut surrounded by plants and tall grasses.
Is this the one Dean was talking about?
I held on to my knife and slowly approached the shack. Suddenly, a guy holding a rifle walked out. I was about to hide behind the trees, but I immediately recognized his face.
"There you are." I smiled.
"Miss me?" he smiles back.
Yeah, a bit...
I sheathed the knife back in its holder and walked towards him. "Is Belle with you?"
"I left her back at the camp. She's with the pregnant woman that I mentioned before. Sorry, I should've brought her with me."
"No, it's okay. As long as she's safe."
We both went inside and sat on a dusty wooden bench. It's getting a little hot in here, so I took my hoodie off and hung it somewhere.
"So... kicked out, huh?" he laughed.
I shook my head and smirked. "I could've died if I stayed there. I don't have a choice."
"I see. I'm just glad you're safe." he said which made my heart skip a beat for some reason.
The hell was that?
I placed my hand on my chest, and I can feel my heart beating faster than normal.
Must be a heart burn or something, I don't know...
"Anyway how's the bite?"
"What bite?" I wondered.
"The one that I patched up before," he said, pointing at my arm.
"Oh, you mean this?" I showed him the arm and smiled. "All better now. It only took a few days for it to recover. The torn skin obviously can't be replaced, so it now looks like some weird patch of, uh, I don't even know how to explain this huge blood clot." I chuckled.
"Rejected subjects are really... something. I still don't know why those crazy people conducted such experiments on random civilians,"
"I could only think of one reason. Maybe there wasn't a vaccine created to deal with the virus, and now they're just using the pathogen itself to act as some kind of weapon to deal with the infected." I explained.
"Some kind of weapon?"
Oh, right, he doesn't have proper knowledge about certain individuals like me.
"Well for starters, our body works differently than a normal person. Once I get bitten by an infected, the pathogen circulates through my body, and then the infection starts. In just a minute or two, I experience some weird changes, such as my physical strength and agility. I know it's weird and hard to believe, but that's what happens." I said this as I noticed his left brow slowly rising.
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Days are Gone (Under Massive Editing)
Science FictionIn a world where the dead started walking, few people inherited traits that were considered peculiar. Once bitten, they'll turn, not as infected, but something else. People call them... "Rejected Subjects" - - - The story begins with Cyra, a twenty...