Its about a year since i got bit when the camp got attacked. So much happened since then that I can't believe it at all. The others certainly can't either, can't blame them really. Since some mysterious ex-second Lt. claimed to be working on a cure for this hell. But I'm still alive cause of his imperfect cure thats delayed the virus so far.
At first while on the road to Hershels farm I had Andrea watching me closely. With a hand axe being cleaned in her hands. If wasn't her it was Glenn who looked like a sad puppy at the thought. Everytime i get that shot though I feel a very unpleasant calm while something feels alive. Where my bite is everytime I get the medicine it feels like.... like the bite is squirming to escape.
It's very unpleasant honestly not to mention when its about to wear off. I get this hunger to suddenly bite someones neck, to savoir their flesh. That's probably the virus creeping back up along my veins. I told this to Chimera and Higson they both took me to an isolated room. With tons of stolen equipment from a CDC, and a hospital that Chimera and Higson raided. Next thing I knew I'm strapped down to a table with a cloth in my mouth.
With what felt like hours of being drugged and cut open then sewen shut. They finally let me sit up and let me rest while Higson sorted through stuff. Turns out the found the virus around and in my bite was clumped together. Melding into one mass trapped by the medicine, then beelining as it starts wearing off. However, they showed me this violently flailing worm like thing in a jar.
Said this is what formed by the virus trying to find a new way to take over. The thing in the jar however, looked between us all hissing sorta. But one look at Chimera and it starts trying to destroy the jar. Like he's its mortal enemy that killed its family off in front of it as a kid. We couldn't exactly keep it around if its a worm virus.
So Higson used some sorta of experimental medicine and dumped it in through a syringe hole into the jar rapidly. Till the bottom was covered in it, the creature melted into it. Before Higson sealed the jar off tightly in a box of bullet proof glass. Before I left they said that creature will be called "Waker", and that more could form. If they do I'm to find them immediately no questions.
So I spent a few days thinking of it and looked at my bite. I poked it a few times to see if more were there and nothing squirmed. But that doesn't make me happy..... they may be lurking as the grow inside my bite. On the seventh vday of this routine, I felt like i was standing in a void. Infront of me stands me as a walker staring at me as his flesh decays. He lunges at me trying to bite me, before he could I get woken up by Carl about new people.
One seems to be bitten so as Carl dragged me around looking for our mysterious Lt. We found him standing against a stairwell on his phone that still works. Looking at some pictures of walkers and moving some to a folder marked cult. Carl manages to get his attention after an hour of him sorting the pics between folders. Thus Carl began guiding two grown men again to our guest.
Upon seeing them behind a locked door with a bar window. We're introduced to the group of people that Carl locked in after finding them. The brother sister pair are decent people to have around. Sasha, Ben, and Allen were weary it seems but they're okay I guess for now. While the woman Donna who was bitten, looks terrible after being bit. So for the better of seven hours we all had a talk about things. Tyreese of the duo was quite the cautious but honest man. Asking careful questions about the situation at hand.
Before he relented and said to help Donna out, Allen tried punching the Lt. a few times throughout the talk. But he got his arm shattered by the inhuman strength the Lt. hides. Since I mean the man back at the camp simply bashed a walker. With a riot shield and it turned into a paste mess against it as he walked through the mayhem smiling.
Donna wasn't happy with being basically a guine pig or having "Waker's" form in her bite. But if she could live and eventually get rid of the possibility. She would be happy so like me she's now on daily watch and medical administration. Since no one wants two infected walking about freely in camp.
Even the dog pack Daryl found and brought back silently watch us. While at night As me and Donna are locked in cells with only a iron door. That has a bar window to look through we still under watch by someone. At times its the Lt. since we can hear music playing in the dark and silent hallway of the cell block.