Sickness

Night patrick

I wrote on a whiteboard and showed it to him. He had been following me around all evening. He gave an awkward wave and smike before walking away. Every now and then he would turn around just to see if i had changed my mind. I kept giving him the 'continue walking before i kill you' eyes. I also gave him a scary phsyco smile. I might have scared him a little bit with that.

Seriosly i wish he could just leave me alone. Beside's why would anybody want to be with him, he nearly threw up from talking about knifes earlier.

I walked to my cell and stood next to carl who was on the top bunk reading comics, he was so subnerged in reading about betman that he hadnt noticed me.

I twpped his shoulder slightly and he shot up, 9nce he realised it was me he burst out in laughter.

I layed down in on my bunk. I hadnt slept well the past few nights so i was quite tired.

Fortunetly,this caused me to fall asleep quicker.

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In the middoe of the night i woke up to the air feeling hot and clamy angainst me chest. Sweat dripped down my face as i stood up with a wobble. I walked over to the seating area and grabbed a bottle of water.

After drinking it i walked back to my cell and pulled the privacy curtain. But only once i had sqt down had i realosed i hadnt shut the cell. Oh well i cant be assed to get up.

A few minits had past and i was nearoy asleep. I rolled over to get some comfort when i saw something strange.

Their was a rancid smell and something was trying to puch against the curtain to get in.

Then it moved to the side and managed to push it's way through.

I couldnt tell who it was but they countinued walking.

It was patrick.

He continued walking to me before suddenly he pushed me back down onto my bed. Still trying to grab me. I pushed him back and put my foot out. He walked into it and was stuck on it, he was still trying to grab me.

What the hells wrong with him.

Then i saw his eyes. A pale, milky white colour. Shit. He turned somehow. I kept my foot central in his chest while i fumbled around in the dark, searching for my knife.

Once my hand had wrapped around the handle i brought it up and jabbed it through patricks head.

Im guessing that woke carl because i turned around to see him looking at me in shock.

'what the fuck harper, you just killed patrick' he signed franticaly.

'look carl. I know patrick was your friend but he' s dead. Look at him, he was a walker. Im sorry'

He climbed down and sat next to me. He gave me a hug before turning and signing to me again.

'howd he turn'

I ahrugged my shoulders in reply.

I leant down and searched the body.

'no bite marks' i signed to carl. I put two and two together. He obviosly died, but how and why.

I walked out of the cell and down to our dads,i felt bad waking him up but he needs to know.

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The next day everyone was shocked at the news of the boys sudden death. And had even more of a reaction when hershel said their was a flu going around.

I walked to the gardens to go and tell carol and sasha the news. Thats when i looked down and noticed my shirt and arm had his blood on it.

I was sick.