November 3rd, 5:06.
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secret_historyDonnie awoke with a start, shivering with cold, and realized to his dismay that he’d fallen asleep while he was supposed to be watching over Paul. A painful lump of fear formed in his chest. What if Paul was already a zombie? He might already be wandering around, trying to bite people, and it would be all his fault for not warning them in time, and then they would all die. He scrambled to his feet, feeling himself begin to hyperventilate and helpless to do anything about it, and went to check on Paul.
Paul was still where he’d left him, and he felt the tension begin to drain from the aching muscles in his neck and back. Then, as quickly as he’d begin to relax, he felt the knot of fear begin to form itself again: Paul was dead. There was no mistaking it. He couldn’t hear Paul struggling for breath anymore, couldn’t see his chest move. How long had he been dead? Seconds? Minutes? It was too late. They were all to late. Any second now he was going to get up and tear out their throats.
With a whimper of terror Donnie turned and bolted for the door.
Paul was still where he’d left him, and he felt the tension begin to drain from the aching muscles in his neck and back. Then, as quickly as he’d begin to relax, he felt the knot of fear begin to form itself again: Paul was dead. There was no mistaking it. He couldn’t hear Paul struggling for breath anymore, couldn’t see his chest move. How long had he been dead? Seconds? Minutes? It was too late. They were all to late. Any second now he was going to get up and tear out their throats.
With a whimper of terror Donnie turned and bolted for the door.
