I’m currently laying in a hospital bed, I think I almost died today. I’ve been so careful up until now, nothing but a few bumps, bruises and scratches since all this started, but not today…. I was hiding in some ruins under my umbrella for shelter from the rain, hoping it would stop soon so I could try to find some food, and I just had so much on my mind. I still haven’t been able to find any trace of my family, and it’s getting harder to cope with every day not knowing if they’re still alive out there or not. I just can’t stop thinking about it. Sometimes I get so lost in my thoughts and trying to not have a mental breakdown that I lose focus.
What a horrible time to lose focus it was….. I never even heard it coming until it was already lunging at me. A small infected boy, couldn’t have been more than 10 years old, charged at me and tackled me to the ground. I fell back onto a piece of metal and it cut deep into my arm. It hurt so bad I thought my arm had been completely severed, but luckily it wasn’t because I needed it now more than ever. I tried my hardest to fight the boy off, he was strong and my arm being gashed open didn’t make it any easier. I was able to wrestle my knife from my hip and lunged it into his head making him fall limp before pushing him off. If not for the rush of adrenaline and the will to survive to find my family, i’m pretty sure I was a goner.
I laid there for I don’t know how long trying to catch my breathe before I even remembered how bad I was hurt. I stood up and instantly felt woozy, I could tell I had lost a lot of blood and I was almost positive I was going to pass out right then and there. By some miracle I was able to just barely make it to a nearby hospital, I stumbled in and braced myself on a bench before some orderlies came up to me to help. Right as I felt my mind slipping, a doctor came up to me and took me into examination to start treating me. Her name was… Pacey something. I can’t remember what her last name was or if she even said it, I barely remember how I got here to the hospital.
She treated me quickly and she was really nice. She was very calm about everything so it helped me not freak out thinking I was going to die. It was nice meeting someone nice for a change, i’ve had so many bad run-ins with other survivors out there and it doesn’t help that i’m normally….. hard to deal with. Maybe I can change my ways and do some good for once. My blood type is O+ so i’m a universal donor, Pacey said it could be useful so maybe I can help someone if they get hurt like they helped me here. I’m sure that would make my parents proud….. wherever they may be.4