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either sat in the lounge, playing card games and chess; or on the balconies, scanning the streets for any sign of life. Eventually, we resigned ourselves to our respective rooms.
My room was rather cramped, the walls plastered with posters of various rock stars and bands. I happily threw myself onto the bed and gazed up at the ceiling for awhile, thinking everything through. I wondered if the infection had reached my father yet. For the first time in a long time, I was concerned for his safety.
Pulling out my phone, I went through my contacts until I found his number. I put it to my ear and waited, listening to the rhythmic electric dial-tone. After about a minute, nobody answered and it went through to voice mail.
At least the phones were still working.
One by one, I went through all the contacts on my phone for a good twenty minutes. Nobody answered however, and I threw the phone onto a nearby desk and sighed in desperation. I wanted with all my heart for everyone to be fine. But deep in my mind, I knew that it wasn't that simple.
Sleep slowly came over me, and I fell into another haunted sleep, full of torn flesh, screaming and blood. Sleeping wasn't that easy without my medication.
Chapter Seven
Day Four (24th December – 11:07AM)
Light sifted into the room through the blinds as my eyes slowly flickered open and adjusted to the light. Dragging myself into a sitting position I let out a loud yawn and stretched my arms out.
I reached out for my phone and glanced at the time before noticing the flashing light at the top of the display, the battery was finally going dead.
11:07AM. I'd overslept.
After changing into my clothes, I made my way downstairs to the lounge. To my surprise, only two people were present besides myself out of the five of us. Claire stood in the kitchen, making coffee while Paul sat in an armchair, absorbed in a book.
I walked into the kitchen and pulled myself a mug from the drainer and began making myself a coffee while the kettle boiled. Somehow, the electricity was still running. Perhaps the power station was still in operation, maybe the military had set up a base there.
I honestly had no idea.
"Where is everyone?" I asked Claire, who was preoccupied with pouring hot water into both of our mugs.
"Dave and John left a few hours ago to go find something, not quite sure what they're looking for." she responded cheerfully. I picked up my mug from the counter and walked over to the couch with it, setting it down on the table.
"Huh.. They could've woken me." I muttered to myself as I took my seat. We'd been staying at this house for a day or two now and I found myself growing more accustomed to my surroundings. Though I kind of missed my own home, still laying in ruins further in the city.
I grabbed the television remote and pressed the on button as I took a sip of my drink. The screen came to life with a little humming noise. Every since the outbreak, the news had been playing pretty much 24/7; replacing the variety of shows now were news reports from all across the country. They must be broadcasting from somewhere further south, away from all of this.
Must be nice, being away from all the danger.
"We're hearing reports of infected individuals appearing in southern cities, and there has been a reported outbreak in the city of London yesterday." the news-anchor said sternly, shuffling a stack of papers in her hands while she spoke.
Maybe not so nice after all.
I grew weary of all the reports after an hour or so and decided to turn the TV off again. Claire brought me a few slices of toast since I hadn't eaten yet; we were trying to eat all of the perishable foods before they went off. Unfortunately, the bread was rather stale, but it didn't really matter to me.
I'd lived the student life, eating stale foods and reduced items to save money. I deeply missed my life before all of this;
My room was rather cramped, the walls plastered with posters of various rock stars and bands. I happily threw myself onto the bed and gazed up at the ceiling for awhile, thinking everything through. I wondered if the infection had reached my father yet. For the first time in a long time, I was concerned for his safety.
Pulling out my phone, I went through my contacts until I found his number. I put it to my ear and waited, listening to the rhythmic electric dial-tone. After about a minute, nobody answered and it went through to voice mail.
At least the phones were still working.
One by one, I went through all the contacts on my phone for a good twenty minutes. Nobody answered however, and I threw the phone onto a nearby desk and sighed in desperation. I wanted with all my heart for everyone to be fine. But deep in my mind, I knew that it wasn't that simple.
Sleep slowly came over me, and I fell into another haunted sleep, full of torn flesh, screaming and blood. Sleeping wasn't that easy without my medication.
Chapter Seven
Day Four (24th December – 11:07AM)
Light sifted into the room through the blinds as my eyes slowly flickered open and adjusted to the light. Dragging myself into a sitting position I let out a loud yawn and stretched my arms out.
I reached out for my phone and glanced at the time before noticing the flashing light at the top of the display, the battery was finally going dead.
11:07AM. I'd overslept.
After changing into my clothes, I made my way downstairs to the lounge. To my surprise, only two people were present besides myself out of the five of us. Claire stood in the kitchen, making coffee while Paul sat in an armchair, absorbed in a book.
I walked into the kitchen and pulled myself a mug from the drainer and began making myself a coffee while the kettle boiled. Somehow, the electricity was still running. Perhaps the power station was still in operation, maybe the military had set up a base there.
I honestly had no idea.
"Where is everyone?" I asked Claire, who was preoccupied with pouring hot water into both of our mugs.
"Dave and John left a few hours ago to go find something, not quite sure what they're looking for." she responded cheerfully. I picked up my mug from the counter and walked over to the couch with it, setting it down on the table.
"Huh.. They could've woken me." I muttered to myself as I took my seat. We'd been staying at this house for a day or two now and I found myself growing more accustomed to my surroundings. Though I kind of missed my own home, still laying in ruins further in the city.
I grabbed the television remote and pressed the on button as I took a sip of my drink. The screen came to life with a little humming noise. Every since the outbreak, the news had been playing pretty much 24/7; replacing the variety of shows now were news reports from all across the country. They must be broadcasting from somewhere further south, away from all of this.
Must be nice, being away from all the danger.
"We're hearing reports of infected individuals appearing in southern cities, and there has been a reported outbreak in the city of London yesterday." the news-anchor said sternly, shuffling a stack of papers in her hands while she spoke.
Maybe not so nice after all.
I grew weary of all the reports after an hour or so and decided to turn the TV off again. Claire brought me a few slices of toast since I hadn't eaten yet; we were trying to eat all of the perishable foods before they went off. Unfortunately, the bread was rather stale, but it didn't really matter to me.
I'd lived the student life, eating stale foods and reduced items to save money. I deeply missed my life before all of this;
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