This is a painting I made of a girl around my age. I stumbled upon her while on a mission at an abondoned warehouse. She kept facing a corner of the wall until she heard me coming close to her. She couldn’t of been deceased that long—the blood on her face was dry but she didn’t smell of death yet. Her right eye and part of her skin had been savagely torn off and yet she had this calm look about her.
Would you feel safe if stumbling upon such a person? We are here to protect you and guide back to base.
The answer in picture form as to how is it that they can detect you? This is what I see as well. It may sound cynical but it’s quite beautiful, really.
Usually if you stumble upon a sign like this make sure you turn around quickly. Death is around the corner..literally.
What’s in a name? What about the group you hang out with? Why bother with labeling yourself, really? The thing is..it’s of no importance concerning infection..it doesn’t matter who you were — at the end, all were rotting, walking flesh.
People started to panic, others didn’t take the warnings seriously..biggest mistake I have to say. As usual some would go to these areas with friends to explore, maybe get a good video out of it and post on the internet..little did they know that they would become part of the hordes of undead.
I’m not sure if I’ll ever know the meaning of that word. I’d like to think that maybe one day a cure will stop this and I will get a chance to live a normal life. Jazz knows she’s someone special in my life..yet how can I risk infecting her? She means the world to me..
What is it that attracts them to the living, you ask?? I can tell you this much, from my own point of view, of course…body heat. Normally the human body radiates about 650 Btu/hr (190 watts) level of heat production for light work and the extreme value for heavy work about 2400 Btu/hr (700 watts). So basically you glow and not necessarily in the dark. For when I see everyone I see their body heat and there’s no hiding from that, really. Of course, this is where I have the upper hand seeing as I’m infected I can walk amongst them since I lack the obvious— body heat. I’m ‘alive’ yet dead at once. To be honest, I wish I was just dead instead of living this kind of life. I don’t belong neither here or there..
I know that they’re my kindred in a sick twisted way
I’ve been told that I was born infected. How is that even possible?? Well.. as I was told by Dr. Nielsen..my mother was pregnant of me when she was bit by one of the infected. She of course turned and was immediately killed. I know I never had a chance to meet her, to feel her embrace or even hear her tell me she loves me..but I feel that I have this connection with her. After all, am I not what she was before her death? One of them.. father doesn’t speak of her much.. and I understand..it’s painful. I’m not allowed to broach the subject either. All I know is that my father has more considerations for my 2 brothers. I’m just a weapon—experiment—who knows what else he thinks of me but I’m more than positive —son—isn’t one of them…