Infected

 Me and Dave sat in the dark room, heaving our lungs out. We’ve spent a lot of time running and hiding from these things, and we’d outrun them every time. I didn’t think they’d be smart enough to think of tactics. I could hear those things outside of the room. They banged against the door as strongly as they could. The door would hold for now.

After a while, my breathing started to calm down. I was slowly regaining my stamina. But Dave kept wheezing and heaving breaths. His breaths faltered and became louder as the darkness of the room shaded his eyes. I couldn’t tell what was going on with him, so I moved in closer to check. 

His body was suspiciously warmer than usual, sweat trailed down his face and his neck, drenching my hand. Suddenly, he just stopped breathing. I grabbed one of our torches and shined it over him. He saw a small red mark on his dark blue jacket. I lifted the sleeve and I jumped back in horror.

A bite. He was infected. I stumbled back and ran to our bag to grab a weapon. I frantically rummaged through the bag to find something blunt, something sharp, anything! I became disheartened when I found absolutely nothing. 

I hear a quiet clacking noise behind me. I turned around slowly, as the fear had settled in. Dave was missing. I clenched my fists and clenched my teeth. I was gonna die with no way of escape. I put up my fists, searching around the room to try and find him.

I hear a small growl above me. Completely overtaken by fear, I instinctively shine my light on the area. I find Dave, or whatever it was at this point, on several pipes, ready to attack.

It screams, and lunges at me. I was completely paralyzed with fear, but I felt everything. I felt the teeth bite through my neck, ripping out flesh and muscle mass. I felt sharp claws slice through my skin. I screamed till it ripped out my throat from my body. Blood gushed out of my neck and leaked out of my mouth and the hole in my neck. The last thing I remembered before I died was the sound of a door opening. Huh...