you have been living in the stadium with the hundreds of other survivors. Everyone got along with each other and although we’re living in the apocalypse this place felt like home.

It has been a week now since you got your symptoms. You’ve been locked up in a shelter outside of the stadium.

one person kept visiting you regularly

that night again. you heard footsteps approaching as you sat in the corner of the shelter. Sargent Kim was walking towards the shelter. You stood up, walked to the bars and grasped them with your full hand

“How are you?” he asked when he finally arrived

you nodded. You felt good, better than the last week. ”a lot better”

he just nodded and looked around the soldier to see if I had nosebleeds again.

“I think I’m not transforming” his eyes widened as he heard your words

the next second you grabbed a piece of plastic which came off of the wall of the shelter and made a massive cut along your arm. Sargent Kim stepped a step closer “What are you doing?”