The Phoenix Curse (Book 1): After by Johnson D.R

Author:Johnson, D.R. [Johnson, D.R.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: outbreak, apocacylptic, disease, zombies
Publisher: D. R. Johnson
Published: 2013-05-29T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 4

JOSS

Becky wasn't doing so well. Things had been really rough when we were first bitten, but the fever seemed to have leveled off some. I had never watched someone turn and I had no idea how long it would take.

So many thoughts had crossed my mind since yesterday morning. I thought about trying to find a way to end Becky's pain and not let her become one of those things out there. I didn't want to think about her turning into a dead-brain. Focusing all my thoughts on her made it easy for me to not think about what I was going through. I could forget that I was turning also.

I wasn't able to find anything suitable enough for the task, and instead I bandaged up her arm as best I could. I wished Jeremy would have ended it for both of us. The only thing left for me to do was make sure she was as comfortable as possible while her mind died.

After pulling out a table from one of the private dining nooks, I was able to rig a nice bed for us both to lie down in comfortably. The booth cushions came out easily enough, and I wrapped tablecloths around them to hold them together. I had even found some actual blankets in the kitchen that I covered her up with.

Throughout the afternoon, she mostly just lie there sobbing while I made what preparations I could before the fever left me too ill to continue.

We had plenty of water near us, buckets to throw up in if we needed them, and some uncooked spaghetti noodles. I figured that was still safe to eat and, if it wasn't safe, it didn't matter anymore anyway.

By that evening, I was too exhausted to go on. I lay down on my pallet beside hers and the hours slipped by.

At one point, her muffled sobs stopped and I panicked, thinking she had turned. After a quick inspection, I concluded she had just fallen asleep. I lay back down, feeling the fever moving through my body. Somehow I relaxed enough to drift into an uneasy sleep myself, not knowing if I would wake up in the morning.

The restaurant was dark when a shriek woke me. I sat up frightened, wondering why I wasn't in my bed at the Powell's when the memories seeped in through my fevered haze.

Becky was sitting up, hunched over her blankets. I could see the whites of her eyes in the dark restaurant and could tell she was panicked. She still hadn't turned.

I grabbed one of the empty bowls as quickly as I could and got it underneath her bowed head before I collapsed. The sounds of her retching filled the silence and I tried not to let my own groan escape. I wasn't successful.

"Joss?" Her voice was weak, and I did my best to sit up and guide her back down to her pallet.

"How are you feeling?" I asked, trying to get us both rearranged.

She groaned and I could barely hear her.

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