[ WP ] Write a character 's perspective of being bitten by a zombie without their group noticing . From bite to death/turning .

No. 
 
 No, no, no. Fuck. 
 
 I didn ’ t even see it. I thought I could smell something rotten but when can ’ t you these days? My arm suddenly felt tight and I looked down and there was some mouldy old bitch with her teeth sunk into my wrist. Then the pain hit me like a smack in the face. My body and my mind were working independently by now. I completely forgot about the hatchet in my other hand, but still my arm swung down and stuck it right through her neck. That told her. 
 
 I just stared. This can ’ t be real. The bite was bad; the blood was already streaming out. More than anything, I was just so fucking angry. The infected girl was still gurgling in her throat, pawing helplessly at the hatchet. I crushed her head with the heel of my boot. And again. And again. Then I used my fists, hammering and hammering, screaming into the air like a wild animal. I guess Kate must have heard me because before I knew it she was at my shoulders pulling me back. She told me it was okay, that it was over. She didn ’ t know the half of it. I managed to pull my sleeve down over my wrist just in time. She didn ’ t see. She can ’ t have seen, she would have said something. I feel like I know her well enough to know she wouldn ’ t have let me carry on like that. The rest of the group were still in the main hall of the school. We walked in and Dylan was the first to turn his rage to me. He shoved me hard against the door, shouted at me to never do anything stupid again. Don ’ t worry, I won ’ t. I saw the fire shrink back behind his eyes and he asked me, calmer now, if I was alright. All I could do was nod. I looked over all the huge, tired eyes of my group – no, my friends – and I couldn ’ t do it. I couldn ’ t tell them. For the whole of my life, I ’ d been breezing through. I ride on the back of better people and call it my success, and I was done. I was just fucking done with everything. Trust me to learn now as I ’ m finally dying, that every second is precious. And truthfully, I didn ’ t trust Dylan to respect my wishes right now: if I told them about the bite, Dylan would shake his head in disappointment and gun me down there and then. Because it ’ s the right thing to do. But I ’ ve never done the right thing in my life and I guess I ’ m greedy. I wanted as long as I could have. So I kept my mouth shut as we left the high school and got back in the truck. I held my arm just a little closer to my body and tried to hide the tears on my cheek. 
 
 Kate, if you find this, I want you to know that I ’ m not sorry about what happened to Peter. I know you blame me for it and you should, but I ’ m not sorry. Dylan, you were right to be careful with me. It was only a matter of time, right? Jack, you need to look after Lara as best you can. You ’ ve no idea how rare it is to be as close to someone as you are in times like these. Don ’ t let that go. And Ali, everything is going to be fine. You ’ re the cutest little badass I ’ ve ever met. You stay close to these guys and never be ashamed to run. Things can get scary and that ’ s okay because that means you ’ re alive, and with things the way they are that ’ s as much as you can ask for. 
 
 Everything we read about the virus is true. I ’ m so fucking cold. I ’ m sweating more than I did when we raided that chapel in San Francisco. That was a good day. My arm feels like it ’ s made of lead. My eyes won ’ t stay open. I don ’ t know how much I can stand to write. My heart feels like it ’ s going to rip out between my ribs. I think there ’ s still time to end this my way. I just don ’ t know if I have the courage. I couldn ’ t even bring myself to cut my arm off – I ’ m not exactly a doctor, but I thought that could have helped, maybe? Stop the infection? Stupid, I know. I just couldn ’ t do it. I ’ m weak. You all know that by now. I was never going to make it. But you guys can. You will. You ’ re all good people, maybe the last good people. Use me as example of who not to be, at least maybe then you ’ ll still remember me. 
 
 thanks guys 
 
 dont be alone
