Signs of the Infected

You lay down on the roof top and stare up at the green sky and think about what it will be like to turn. Will it hurt? Your leg is already screaming at you, but it's already starting to go numb up into your knee. Will it be quick? You are already starting to feel like things are coming to a close. What will you look like as a zombie? Grayed out eyes, green oozing skin, hungry for only one thing that you never used to crave.

But at least you made it this far, you think your parents will be proud, that at least you tried.

You have Accepted defeat. An hour later you turn into a zombie.