The City Series (Book 1): Mordacious by Fleming Sarah Lyons

Author:Fleming, Sarah Lyons [Fleming, Sarah Lyons]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Zombies
Publisher: Sarah Lyons Fleming
Published: 2016-06-06T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 45

When I open them again, the shadows have lengthened to late afternoon. I fell asleep. Or, if not asleep, into a dream world of pain and delusional thinking—Rachel was here, but she’d turned. Below my waist is cold and damp. I’ve crapped my pants. I’m slightly disturbed but not as horrified as I should be, or would be under normal circumstances. Whatever this is, it’s one hell of an illness.

My few seconds of peace are interrupted by roiling intestines. I remove my pack and make it to a bathroom tree just in time. My pants are wet but not full of crap—a small victory I’ll gladly take. When I’m done, I pull on a dry pair of jeans from the fort and sink to the ground, then drag my pack closer for my water bottle. It’s empty, which solves the Mystery of the Damp Pants. I didn’t screw it tight enough, and it must have leaked from its pocket onto my clothes as I lay on the ground.

“Fuck,” I mutter.

That leaves another two bottles. I drink half of one to combat the expelling of fluids. My muscles and bones hurt down to my pinky toe. I put my damp jeans under my head and curl up in the silver emergency blanket I traded for my bulky sleeping bag at the fort. I hear the faint rattle of the fence, but I don’t think any zombies are inside. It’s great news because, for the time being, this is all I can do.

***

The pain is so total that I dream a zombie has ripped into my abdomen with his teeth before I wake soaked with sweat. Appendicitis is my first thought, followed by the thought that if I don’t move quickly, I will shit my pants.

I crawl to a tree and hang on. It’s worse than when I got giardia. Worse than any cramps or pains I’ve ever had. I go back to my blanket and shiver until they strike again. And again. I watch the sun rise from my makeshift bathroom. Crapping outdoors is something I’ve had to master and usually doesn’t bother me, but this is in a class all its own. The sun angles under the budding leaves and then, in what seems like five minutes, the stars shine overhead. A day has passed. Maybe two. I can’t be sure.

I know I’m not right. I want to be alarmed when I see the blood on my next tree visit, but all I can do is lie down. I drink water. Half a bottle left. Not enough, but I don’t know how to fix it and don’t care enough to try. In the afternoon, when I vomit blood, I sit on the soft ground and think, chin in hand. My head is so heavy. This is not good. Of course it’s not good. I need a doctor. I need a hospital.

Doctors are at hospitals. I should go to a hospital, but that’s a bad idea. And there’s a really good reason why it is, but I can’t work it out.

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