Personal Narrative: The Infected

The Infected

The two men appeared out of nowhere, a few yards apart in the narrow, moonlit lane. I hid behind the corner of the street as the men came closer to me. Both men jogged in perfect harmony as if they were clones of each other. They had focused faces which made them look like they were on a mission to do something.

“Hello? I need help,” I shout to the men. The men turned and looked me straight in the eyes. They were wearing all black uniforms which made them look intimidating. The men were fully equipped with guns, armor and ammo.

“Don’t move! We don’t know if you’re infected,” one of the men shouts with his gun drawn on me.

“I’m not infected,” I declare. “I just need some help finding my father. We got separated while we were

I don’t think I really even know how people started to become infected. I had asked my father before we had been separated, but he would just tell me everything would be okay and to not worry. Earlier in the week I had heard on the news that this year's flu shot vaccine had caused people to go mad, but nobody knew what to or not to believe. It seemed that the infected were spreading the sickness from person to person by attacking perfectly healthy people. Nobody knew how to stop the disease from spreading. And it was spreading fast. Fast enough to the point where all emergency services were unavailable and the city seemed like a ghost town. Everyone seemed to have left the city earlier or they were in hiding. All the lights in the city were off and the only source of light we had was the moon.

Daylight began to shine, we searched the shoreline for the boat that would be our way out of the city.

“ Hold up guys, I think we might have some infected behind us,” Alton whispered.

We all stopped and looked, there were three people slowly walking toward us, in raggedy clothes, they seemed to be infected. We needed to get to the boat which was about 300 yards ahead. Suddenly all three figures started sprinting straight at

We ran for about 200 yards and I could make out the correct boat flags. It had an American flag and a New York flag with a bright red paint job.

“ There it is! We can run inside and lock the door,” I announced as we sprinted for our lives.

We raced to the boat like deer running from a cheetah. We got closer and closer until the moment came when we would have to jump off of the dock and into the boat. I was very scared, but I knew this was the only way to get away from the infected and escape the city.

“ Everybody jump inside the boat and climb inside the cabin,” I try to communicate to Alton and Emmett. “We will have to make it inside quick or the infected will eventually make their way inside.” We jumped from the dock into the boat and climbed into the boat cabin with ease. It seemed as if our plan was going perfectly. Alton locked the door to get in the boat and we searched for the keys. The infected jumped on the outside deck of the boat and started beating on the outside windows. Out of nowhere we hear a voice on the boat.

“Freeze,” the mysterious voice said.

A man walked out of the corner of the boat holding a wooden baseball bat with the hood of his jacket up.

“ Dad, is that you?” I asked in a wondering