E Virus: The Diary of a Modern Day Girl (Book 2): The Path of Destruction by Jessica Ward
Authors: Jessica Ward
Tags: Zombies
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close to his next meal, yet I was completely out of arms reach.
We were now looking at each other dead in the eye. He stopped for a few moments. I froze on the spot. My whole body seemed to have shut down. We spent the next few minutes locked in a staring contest.
He worried me. It was like looking into the eyes of an animal; he tilted his head to the side, the same way a dog would when discovering something new.
Undead Pete broke his gaze first. Why? I have no idea. The fear still had me paralysed. I took a step back, as he startled me. He was violently shaking his head. He pulled his hands to his head as he let out a muffled screech.
As I watched him through the window, as he took one last look at me, then surprisingly, he pushed himself away from the door.
I had no idea what he was doing. He was now out of sight. I knew what I had to do. What I had originally come in for. I wanted to check out his living conditions.
It occurred to me as I thought about the girl that Undead Pete must have been trapped in there with some sort of food source. After all, he was in an industrial sized fridge.
The question I wanted answering was , did he manage to find any? If so, had he eaten?
I had heard the Professor talk about the infected as if they were animals. In fact, we all had. I had come up with some theories of my own. I was starting to see the infected the same as I would view a man-eating lion or a great white shark. No matter how you put it; they were top of the food chain.
With this is mind I carefully tiptoed my way up to the window. There is no other way to describe it, I was shocked by what I saw.
Food containers littered the floor. Decomposing fruits and other food sources spewed out all over the place. I looked over to Undead Pete. It was his acts that surprised me the most.
He was curled up in a corner in the foetal position. It was as if he was going through some sort of inner turmoil; the expression on his face was one I had never seen before now. He snarled and growled as he saw my face appear in the small window. But it didn’t seem to be the behaviour of a hungry animal. He didn’t seem to be looking at me as if I was food.
No, this was the look an animal would give when telling you to back off. When you accidently intruded onto their territory. He seemed to want to be as far away from me as possible as he pushed himself further back against the wall.
My eyes shifted as I found the answer I was looking for. There, on the floor, a couple of feet away from where Undead Pete sat; was a leg of lamb. The meat had clearly been picked and bitten off; there were lacerations and bite marks in the leftover meat and the bone itself.
I moved away from the window, trying to process this new information. I was still struggling to understand what was going on around us. Nothing was as it seemed. Again, my discovery prompted more questions than it did answers.
Why was Undead Pete behaving this way? Did he see us as a threat? What was going through his mind?
It wasn’t as if we could just ask him. It was starting to become apparent. I was wrong to be worried about the Professor; I should have been encouraging his research, not running away from it.
I knew I needed to speak to him. He needed to see what was going on. He knew better than any of us what these things were capable of. He was the only one of all of us, who had taken the time to observe them.
I hurried off to find the Professor. My appetite had now completely vanished. I was no longer interested in the cake or tea; to me this was much more important. My stomach was in knots.
“Professor, you need to see this.” I told him as soon as I had located him.
“What is it my dear?” He asked sipping on his tea.
I briefly explained what had happened in hushed tones. I didn’t want to disturb the others. We hadn’t had this much normality in a long time. I certainly didn’t want to ruin it for the rest.
George overheard and got up as the Professor did.
We were now looking at each other dead in the eye. He stopped for a few moments. I froze on the spot. My whole body seemed to have shut down. We spent the next few minutes locked in a staring contest.
He worried me. It was like looking into the eyes of an animal; he tilted his head to the side, the same way a dog would when discovering something new.
Undead Pete broke his gaze first. Why? I have no idea. The fear still had me paralysed. I took a step back, as he startled me. He was violently shaking his head. He pulled his hands to his head as he let out a muffled screech.
As I watched him through the window, as he took one last look at me, then surprisingly, he pushed himself away from the door.
I had no idea what he was doing. He was now out of sight. I knew what I had to do. What I had originally come in for. I wanted to check out his living conditions.
It occurred to me as I thought about the girl that Undead Pete must have been trapped in there with some sort of food source. After all, he was in an industrial sized fridge.
The question I wanted answering was , did he manage to find any? If so, had he eaten?
I had heard the Professor talk about the infected as if they were animals. In fact, we all had. I had come up with some theories of my own. I was starting to see the infected the same as I would view a man-eating lion or a great white shark. No matter how you put it; they were top of the food chain.
With this is mind I carefully tiptoed my way up to the window. There is no other way to describe it, I was shocked by what I saw.
Food containers littered the floor. Decomposing fruits and other food sources spewed out all over the place. I looked over to Undead Pete. It was his acts that surprised me the most.
He was curled up in a corner in the foetal position. It was as if he was going through some sort of inner turmoil; the expression on his face was one I had never seen before now. He snarled and growled as he saw my face appear in the small window. But it didn’t seem to be the behaviour of a hungry animal. He didn’t seem to be looking at me as if I was food.
No, this was the look an animal would give when telling you to back off. When you accidently intruded onto their territory. He seemed to want to be as far away from me as possible as he pushed himself further back against the wall.
My eyes shifted as I found the answer I was looking for. There, on the floor, a couple of feet away from where Undead Pete sat; was a leg of lamb. The meat had clearly been picked and bitten off; there were lacerations and bite marks in the leftover meat and the bone itself.
I moved away from the window, trying to process this new information. I was still struggling to understand what was going on around us. Nothing was as it seemed. Again, my discovery prompted more questions than it did answers.
Why was Undead Pete behaving this way? Did he see us as a threat? What was going through his mind?
It wasn’t as if we could just ask him. It was starting to become apparent. I was wrong to be worried about the Professor; I should have been encouraging his research, not running away from it.
I knew I needed to speak to him. He needed to see what was going on. He knew better than any of us what these things were capable of. He was the only one of all of us, who had taken the time to observe them.
I hurried off to find the Professor. My appetite had now completely vanished. I was no longer interested in the cake or tea; to me this was much more important. My stomach was in knots.
“Professor, you need to see this.” I told him as soon as I had located him.
“What is it my dear?” He asked sipping on his tea.
I briefly explained what had happened in hushed tones. I didn’t want to disturb the others. We hadn’t had this much normality in a long time. I certainly didn’t want to ruin it for the rest.
George overheard and got up as the Professor did.
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