Writing: Moment in Time - Infection (Resistance)

The game was on now, he thought. The city was overrun with what he could best guess to be zombies, but not quite. Before the emergency broadcast cut out, they told everyone who was not infected should lock themselves indoors and wait for rescue squads to extract them. He had seen enough movies to know that never works. All the years of people laughing at his plans for a "zombocalype" were now justified. He glanced at the table before him and did a mental checklist of everything he would need to survive on the move. Flashlight, check. Dried rations, check. Water purification tablets, check. Firearms, check. Knives, check. First aid kit, check. He went down the list over and over, adding and subtracting items, until he was satisfied. He wrote a note and recorded a video for whoever comes to his apartment and headed for the door.

Slowly making his way out of the building, he saw that the city was in a total state of anarchy. The military hadn't gotten around to taking action inside, but they blocked off the city so no one could get in or out. He looked around to make sure that no infected were in sight and went to his bike and unchained it. His hands shook while removing the chain, adrenaline giving him the jitters, he thought, but he also knew that it was fear. He could say he was prepared all he wanted over the years, but now that it was finally happening. . . He took the bike path into the woods behind the dorm buildings and kept his ears and eyes open for any sounds. He remembered taking his girlfriend to these woods on their third date, but that felt like ages ago now. As always for the past week, thoughts of her start tears flowing down his cheeks. He can say that he loved her, but it wasn't love that put a bullet through her head, it was fear. He was afraid to turn into one of them and that fear drove him right now.

The farther he delved into the woods, the more memories cropped up. He remembered going to get tested after the incident with his girlfriend and being told that he had an immunity, a natural resistance to the infection. They took so much blood that it left him weak for days, but apparently they weren't able to come up with anything in time to save people. Now the infection was spreading beyond control. Two major cities in the United States have fallen, along with three cities overseas. The military was doing the only thing they knew how to do, they were destroying the cities and everything inside of them, but the infection continued. A sound snapped him back to the present, a crack of limbs from his right. He stopped his bike and ran behind a tree, readying his rifle with sweat soaked hands.

He heard voices, but couldn't make out words and wasn't sure if the infected had the ability to talk or not. When he saw a group of soldiers making their way to the clearing a few feet ahead of him, his heart soared. He would make it out, join in the struggle to contain this. He owed her that much. He ran for the clearing and yelled for the soldiers. They spun around and saw him moving towards them, but at that moment his joy turned to fear as three bullets passed through his body. The shock dropped him to the grass and with bewildered eyes he was the grass sprayed red with gems of crimson. A soldier walked towards him, weapon ready, and he tried to tell him he was immune, he had a resistance to the infection, but all that came out was a gush of frothy blood. Another shot rang out and the grass sparkled even more. The soldiers returned to base, one confirmed infected killed trying to make it to the safe zone.