RudyGasparrini

I got used to death before, after my grandmother, my uncle Peter, and a few of my parents' high school friends. I thought I'd be able to get used to it out here too, but I guess things are different when you're the one causing the death and when you have no one to help you get over it.

I wish I could do things right. For myself, for the people around me, the people I love. It never works out that way though. I do stupid shit and it has consequences, I know it does but I keep doing it. It's like my body will do anything to survive but my mind wants the exact opposite. 

This is not a story about love. It is not a story about heartbreak but my life revolves around that. After what I did to him it's all it can revolve around. I deserve death. He deserved to take me with him, but he didn't. Unfortunately I'm still here.



---A spin-off to the After Death series. This story focuses on a new group of survivors, including an apocalypse-orphaned 17 year old boy from Ohio named Valentine Evans, as they struggle to make a life for themselves. 

Warning: This story contains adult content and is intended only for mature audiences

FEAR WHAt I'LL BECOME AFtER DEAtH

Eventually, we met back up with the rest of the group, the dead were inside the building too, we couldn't stay there even if we wanted. We roamed Miami without a plan like before, I didn't tell anyone about what had happened to me, Maverick didn't tell them either. The way Arwen hugged me when they saw I was okay made me forget about it almost all together.


"Valentine, you look pale. Have you been taking the meds to bring your fever down?" Maverick whispered as the others slept soundly.


"Maybe you have tetanus, it could be some sort of infection."


"No, we don't know that. Wanna go outside in case the others wake up?"


"Shouldn't you have already turned by now if the virus was still in your system?"


"We don't know how the virus works, we don't even really know if it is a virus."


"I can't. I can't hurt them like that. Not until we're doing better at least."


"We're sleeping in a gas station, Maverick."


"What if you don't have that much time left?"


"I'll keep going until I can't anymore."


The summer heat of the beating sun and the humidity of late August made my head dizzy. We didn't have any water, I blamed my nausea on the lack of nourishment and dehydration but I knew it was more complicated than that. I blacked out onto the pavement, I felt the gravel burn my skin before I couldn't feel anything anymore. I was dying, the infection never left. I didn't know how much longer I had and for the first time in a while, the thought of dying actually terrified me.


Chapter 14 (Infection)