I made a mistake in looking outside my window. There was an old woman who was on the ground being stabbed to death. The blistered infected person on top of her then stopped and took off. My hand covered my mouth in terror at what I just witnessed. A pool of blood formed around the woman, and as I was about to turn away something happened. Her skin started to bubble up. The scene was gruesome in its nature, looking as if the skin was boiling from the inside out. Several blisters started to form, and only a minute later she stood up with spilling guts. Then she turned and looked up at me.

 

Forcing myself away from the window I sat down on the couch to calm myself. There was no time to figure out what was going on. I just knew that at some point I would have to leave my apartment and make my way through the hell taking place outside.

 

Quickly I changed into comfortable clothing, grabbed the Smith & Wesson my mother gave me from the side of my bed, and stuffed some needed items into a backpack. My hair was up in a bun, I had my running shoes on, and looked around to see if I needed anything else.

 

Terrified as I was, the plan I formulated was not the best, but it was the only one I had. More importantly I didn’t have any friends or family to concern myself with. With a deep breath, I put the backpack on, grabbed the metal bat from beside my bed, and proceeded to lock up and make my way to the car. It was quiet in my building, but I knew that I couldn’t be too careful.

 

The bat was held up in front of me as I quickly made my way to the car. There didn’t seem to be anyone in the parking lot, but that didn’t stop me from hurrying to open it. My hand couldn’t even open the door before something slammed into me hard. Luckily, it wasn’t enough to put me on the ground as I quickly recovered.

 

A little girl with blonde pigtails and half a face was trying to claw her way into my skin. Without hesitation I picked up my silver bat and swung it against the side of her head. She hit the ground, and hurried to put all of my belongings into the car and pulled off.

 

Adrenaline was pumping through my veins, as guilt overcame me. I just hit a little girl in the head with a bat. Tears streamed down my chocolate cheeks as I zipped through the streets in hopes of not having another encounter, but that was short lived. Like an idiot I stopped at a red light long enough to have two blistered bodies jump onto the hood of my car. One had a bat, and the other was trying to break the window with a stub for an arm.

 

I couldn’t scream, only react. My foot pressed so hard on the gas that my head hit the seat with a thud. Taking off without looking caused an accident, but it was easily avoided. I made sure that I kept on the direction I needed to go while trying to get the sick person with a bat off my car. The other person fell when I took off, but this bastard was determined.

 

He managed to lift the bat he had up and smashed it against the windshield. Panicking I quickly hit the break, and he fell face first into the glass. I quickly got out of the car to remove the still corpse, but not without the gun in my hand. Once removed, I had to knock out the rest of the window so my view wouldn’t be obstructed with webbed glass and pieces of skin flapping.

 

I didn’t dare stop as I continued my trek to my cabin. When I arrived I made sure no one else was there, and proceeded with getting the generator up and running. Sitting on the couch, I checked for updates through my phone. Helicopter view pictures littered the internet of downtown Chicago. I never seen so much red and chaos, and wondered if anyone was going to survive.

 

Previously:Virus: Madness, Part 1