E Virus: The Diary of a Modern Day Girl (The Beginning of the End) by Jessica Ward Read Free Book Online Page B

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    With that, I went to scour the flat for a suitable weapon. I needed something light but effective. I’m not very strong, so to carry something heavy would do more damage than it would good. My strength was my speed, so I needed to take advantage of that. I debated using a kitchen knife, but I would need strength to be able to cause any real damage, strength that I just didn’t have. Lucky for me, a knife was Andy’s weapon of choice. I eventually decided to borrow his crowbar.
    Then, like all girls would in this situation. I went to find an appropriate outfit. I decided to go for my leather knee high boots; they had a small chunky heel and were one of my comfiest pairs to walk in. The leather was thick, so I figured that at least from the knee down I was unbitable. I teamed the boots with my black skinny jeans and a long sleeved tight top. I didn’t want any of my clothes getting caught on anything and I felt safer knowing all my skin was covered.
    Once I was happy with my ensemble, we made our way to the first apartment. We all felt it was best to leave Duckface upstairs. She was more than happy to do this. After I gave her a lecture of what she can and can’t do I felt ok leaving her there. It was like having to negotiate with a child. I took my keys just in case, I still didn’t trust her.
    The corridor below us was pitch black. The power was out so none of the lights worked. The only light we had was coming through the glass window on the entrance door.
    Nick opened the corridor door leading to the ground floor apartments, and we all stood back. It was quiet, Nick and Andy wandered through, I stayed at the door, letting the limited light we had fill the corridor in front of us.
    They stopped outside apartment 32. This was the infected man’s apartment. We knew he was outside, but how did he get out? Surely zombies can’t manoeuvre doors? We carried on towards the end of the corridor, we noticed light coming from the back door leading outside. It was a fire door so there shouldn’t be as much light as we were seeing.
    We quickly realised the door wasn’t shut properly. Nick jumped into action and ran for the door. He stopped as we all saw a shadow move from one side of the door to the other, coming from the outside. He held the crowbar up readying himself for whatever was on the other side, and inched closer to the door. As soon as the door was in reach he yanked the handle and slammed it shut. Whatever was outside wasn’t getting back in.
    We went back to the apartment 32, the door was left ajar. We stood outside a few moments listening for any movement from the inside. Nick slamming the door should have stirred anything lurking on the inside. It was quiet, so we let ourselves in.
    The smell was the first thing that hit us. It was a damp rotting smell that powerful, we all had to take a step back. I took a deep breath whilst Nick and Andy pulled their shirts up to their noses, and we carried on inside.
    In life, the old man must have been a hoarder. Cardboard boxes filled every nook and cranny, we had to step carefully to manoeuvre ourselves round.
    “Mate, this place stinks, it’s a complete mess” Nick started.
    “ Eugh you’re telling me, think we should just move on, it’s full of shit we’re never gonna find anything” said Andy.
    “No, we got this far, let’s just see what we can take, there Andy you take that room” I said pointing to the bedroom “Nick you take the living room and I’ll head for the kitchen”
    “I’m not eating anything that’s come from that kitchen” Nick mumbled slightly disgusted.
    I ignored them both. We needed to get supplies. We were low on food, water and had no weapons of any kind. Whilst Nick and Andy started sieving through the contents of the various boxes I made my way into the kitchen.
    It was now obvious where the smell was coming from. Rotting vegetables covered the counter. Liquid was seeping out the fridge. It had formed a sticky yellow