The scratch on my forearm was bloodied and still oozing I sat in the bathroom trying to figure everything out for a second. I got up and put the wound under running water. The cold water was a great relief on the burning skin, I took some soap and tried to clean the injury but as soon as I touched my skin with soap a loud gasp left my mouth as I tried to comprehend the pain.
Gran came outside my door and asked if anything was wrong. I could not bear to tell her the truth I just said the water was too cold. This was a lie as we had solar for everything we were the only ones to have hot water and electricity due to the panels and the well gran had fitted in. She said nothing and left.
I wondered what could I do I had no chance of getting out of here as we didn't have any windows in our baths. I just sat as the nausea set in the same one which had happened when the bombs had gone of. I had a splitting headache just thinking of that day. The world began to spin around me I tried to get up but I couldn't, I just couldn't find balance it felt like the world was a rug getting pulled under me. I leaned and vomitted again.
Albus was outside my door he asked if everything was alright. I wanted to say everything was 'just peachy' but then I voimited again. Realisation struck him. He stumbled and ran to get gran.
Another half hour later they were sitting outside my door. I was sitting with my back toward the door, waiting for when I too would become like one of the mindless drone, bent only on killing every moving thing in sight. The three of us kept quiet just no need to say anything.
I broke the silence and said, "when I turn-"
"No you won't." Albus interrupted.
"If I turn then I have locked the door and you have the keys I think you would do better to shoot me." We did find a couple guns from our crazy neighbor, but we only had some shot and surprisingly gran knew how to shoot it.
I felt something stir inside of me I felt enormous heat spread through the wound almost painful, though not quite.i felt something at the back of my throat I threw up blood this time. I collapsed not even having any strength to move, I gave out a long breath and as my eyes closed I saw and felt small sparks emitting from my fingertips, bluish purple in colour and then I blacked out.
I woke up with a groan. I felt weird I got up and found my way to the mirror, I dared to look at myself. I looked..... The same the very same as I had before being bitten. I blinked stupidly and the looked at my injury it was unchanged except for the lack of blood on there. I looked on the very nauseating, and unclean floor full of blood and grime and black marks.
I drank some water out of the faucet to quench my thirst and relived myself of my clothes and stood under the shower looking out of the ventilation. It was dark outside, very dark(explained the lack of hot water). I scrubbed myself till my skin was raw, wrapped a towel around my waist, placed a hand on the door and remembered that someone was probably garding the other end. I knocked a funny pattern on the door the same one I used every time. The sound of a door unlocking came an eye peeked from the crack btw the door and it's frame.
I recognized the eye that was gran's eye peeking. I conjured up a comment and said, "are you done or waiting for the heavenly father." I gave her a smile and she opened the door and held up a hand to her mouth she came forward to touch my shoulder and then..... She slapped me.
"What's wrong with you joking about God like this." she said.
"Well that's cause he's not a lot of help to us right now." I replied.
SMACK. "And just how useless are you getting hurt on a supply run. Did you know how scared we were?"
Albus came in, his jaw dropped and he stared at me, "Liam?" he asked in a quiet whisper.
"No actually, it's Joseph Stalin."
"Oh shut up."
I mimed zipping up my mouth.
"But you were bit, it's been two days we thought you were dead." Albus said
"Well you can't get rid of me that easily, now if you mind I'm part naked right now and I'd like some clothes to wear." I said sliding past him to my room, where I started pulling a red shirt on along with black sweats.
I then observed my hand where I had thought the sparks were coming from it was still tingling but I had put that off as a hallucination and not thinking much of it I just went to get a bite to eat.