I wake up with Kyra staring at me. It's been a week since she was bitten. Her eyes gleam in the dark. I turn on the lamp that's on the nightstand. Her eyes are dilated. She turned overnight. I back away. She doesn't attack me. Instead she walks away. I look outside. The sun is just coming up now. Might as well get out of bed. I throw off the covers and stand up.

Kyra growls at me as I walk past her. She started growling at me last night. I think it's because of the virus. I don't know if she'll stay like this or end up attacking me one of these days. I get ready to head out. I'm leaving Kyra home. I don't want to worry about her while I'm out there. I get in the truck.

I can't believe the zombies have mutated so their eyes look normal. I can't trust anyone anymore. I drive to a neighborhood that isn't far from my house. I pull into one of the driveways.

I walk up to the door with my gun in my hand. I kick it open. I wait for any zombies inside to run to the sound. A few minutes pass and there are no signs of the dead. I cautiously pass through the door.

I head into the kitchen and begin searching the cabinets. I scream in pain. A zombie is behind me biting into my neck. I grab the gun off the counter and shoot it. Blood runs down my left arm. I grab a small towel and press it against the wound. Screw this! I'm going home. It's not like I need any food now. I run home. I don't even bother with the truck. I'm bleeding out.
Eventually, I make it home. I push the front door open. I collapse onto the floor. I've lost a lot of blood. I pull myself up. I lean against the wall as I go towards the bathroom. I turn the bathroom upside down trying to find a first aid kit that I had left in here a few months ago. I finally find it. I bandage the wound. That doesn't stop the bleeding though. I slowly make my way to the couch and sit down. I slip into a light sleep. I wake up an hour later with a throbbing headache. My temperature is through the roof. Kyra lays next to me.

"I guess we're in this together," I say while petting her.

I survived a while. Longer than I thought I would. Somehow I'm not scared. I'm tired of trying my hardest to survive each and every day. And for what? The world isn't getting any better. There is no hope for humanity. There is no hope for society to be rebuilt. The world has ended. Zombies will rule the world. It's only a matter of time.

I lay down on the couch and fall back asleep. I awake. Zombies stumble around the house. They don't attack me. How long was I out? I stand. I rub my neck. The bite wound is scarred over. What the hell? I feel...different. I feel better. More energized.

I walk into the bathroom. I look in the mirror. I can't believe what I'm seeing. My pupils are dilated. I'm one of them. I'm a zombie. I pull the mirror off the wall. I throw it across the room. I sit on the floor. I've become one of the things I've feared. I don't want to be like this. I don't want to be one of the dead.