Can't breath...I can't breath...
I pull against you, the woman in front of me, pain shooting through my face forcing me to stop with a whimper. I don't know what's happening, but I'm so tired, and everything hurts... the insane doctor, what was his name? He said I was infected, that he was going to 'mercy kill' me. At first, the idea was frightening, and the three of us together, we fought him.
Now, the first one, the leader, in an odd way, is dead. He slit his throat and allowed his blood to flow everywhere. It's only you and myself left, and I can feel my life fading fast. Every heartbeat hurts, and I can't get enough air into my system.
I'm starting to think the mercy killing the doctor had offered would have been for the best, but it's too late now. He's gone. He left shortly after the one in front died. I don't know why. I don't care, all I can think about is how my stomach's twisting and turning like worms in mud. I hope I don't puke, I'd rather not choke on it. That would be a worse death than what I'm facing right now.
So cold...so very cold...even your hand feels burning hot as it grips mine. Wait, when did you grab my hand?
I whimper again, my thoughts turning from my fate to yours. If I die, you'll be here alone, stuck in the middle of two corpses. I don't want my best friend to suffer that. I want tell you how much you mean to me. Really, you're like the sister I never had. I pull again, but the agony the infected skin rewards me with makes separation impossible.
You're crying, I can hear it. I'm sorry, I'm so very sorry. I don't want to leave you, but what can I do? I've been helpless since the moment we were kidnapped.
I don't want to die...but I'm so tired. Isn't that what they say, if you're really cold and you sleep, you won't wake up? I'm scared, Lindsay. I hold your hand as hard as I can, trying to comfort you, trying to ignore the way my heart beat had slowed to a wet crawl. The world is spinning sickly around me, and suddenly I feel so weak...my hand goes limp in yours as my body finally shuts down.
The little air I'd managed to get into my lungs, my final breath, forces it's way from me. Everything goes black. The last thing I hear is your screaming sobs as you realize I'm gone.