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How did i even get in here?

Waking up to warm blankets and rays of sunshine on my face is definitely a nice change of pace from rain storms and harsh wind.

But still the question remains. What happened after I puked up that bile? I don't even remember making it to a house.

The bed is comfortably warm but moist due to what I'm guessing is sweat.

How long have I been out?

Serious questions are popping up but I wont get any answers laying here. So I sit up and throw my legs over the edge of the bed exposing what was left of my shirt and the sheets which are completely soaked in blood.

"What the hell is going on here?" I mutter out loud. "Why is my shirt shredded into strips?"

"And where did all this blood come from?"

Looking down at my arms, I notice my veins aren't a feint blue anymore but grayish black with a slight, dark grey discoloration spread out from them.

"What the hell? Seriously this can't be good.."

I begin to stand up and am immediately winded forcing me back down onto the bed. Apparently I need to take it slow. It feels like I haven't eaten in days.

Another question pops into my mind. "How long was I really out?"

Something really strange is going on and it makes me a little uneasy but I'm still alive. I figure if I was going to die, I would have already. I probably wouldn't have woken up at all.

A few moments roll by and I try once again to stand. This time dizzy but not as bad as at first and I make my way out of the room.

Looking to my right, I see into a bathroom, and to my left is another bedroom. In front of me is a staircase leading downstairs. After sleeping for what I'm guessing has been days, my bladder kicks in and tells me I need to pee. Right now!

So to the bathroom I go with haste.

I almost didn't make it in time and damn near pissed myself haha.

Come to think of it, maybe there are some clean/cleaner clothes that I can fit into since what's left of what I'm wearing is torn to bits, probably shredded beyond repair.

I finish up with what feels like a 2 minute pee and turn around to look at the mirror seeing my face completely covered in dried blood.

I can barely recognize myself.

Dark veins creep from my eyelids like black tendrils, thicker at the base and ending at a point.

There is definitely something strange going on with my body but the more I stand and move around, the more I feel my strength coming back to my dreary limbs.

Blood all over, dark infected looking veins.. What could this all mean? Am I slowly becoming a zombie? How did i come back to consciousness?

Nothing is adding up and all the signs so far painted no clear picture.

Finally I decide to make my way downstairs into a living room. Rays of light creep in from small cracks in between boards nailed to the windows.

Could I be any luckier? Waking up in a house completely barricaded on the ground floor, alive at that, and feeling healthier than I have in years. With the exception of being as hungry as an ox.

My arms seem larger than I last remembered and my legs are on fire just from walking down the stairs like I had just ran a marathon.

In the middle of taking a second to calculate the details that I've collected since I woke up, I catch a glimpse of my backpack sitting on the island in the kitchen so I rush over to see if its been gone through or if anything is missing.

Everything's there. Even my trusty machete is in its sheath laying neatly next to everything.

My blanket is stuffed in my bag on top of everything which I never do.

Odd since I usually use it to cover my belongings up to camouflage them in a crude way.

Is there someone else around? Was I saved?

For now my insatiable hunger overpowers my detective skills so I give in and look through the cupboards. Nothing but dusty plates and gnawed on dried goods that need cooking such as rice, flour, and dried oats.

I can see spots in the dust where it looks like there may have been dozens of cans recently but where did they all go?

Cleaning supplies under the sink and a couple scattered bags of popcorn in the pantry aren't helping my hunger problem any so hopefully this house has a basement.

Maybe I will get lucky. After all, many people used their basements or cellars for canned goods and non perishables.

What I could use most right now is a good cold drink of filtered water. I've had to resort to pond water and rain water the past few weeks and the polluted taste makes me queasy. I've barely been able to keep any down in days.

How long has it been now?

I don't know how long I've been sleeping for so hydration is hydration and suddenly it occurs to me. Maybe I'm just dehydrated. Maybe I am okay after all. This still doesn't explain that black bile I puked up though.

Black veins...

Still so many unanswered questions.

It didn't take long for me to find a door close to the back through the kitchen leading down into a dark basement.

As I stand at the top of the steps with the door open I can hear a feint dripping sound but besides that nothing else.

I walk over to my bag on the island and grab my machete. Rustling through my bag I find the flashlight I took from the Sheriff's office. Thank god for battery operated lights.

Taking a deep breath and preparing myself to delve into the darkness, memories flashed through my head.

Memories I don't remember ever having before.

Seeing through red eyes, strange flashes appear rapidly. Way too quick to even grasp and suddenly they stopped just like that.

"That was ehh.. different." I say to myself in a hushed tone.

I unsheathe my machete and a pool of dark red blood spills out of the sheath staining both sides of my blade with a thin, light red layer.

"Where did all this blood come from?" I wonder

*click*

"Yes! It still works."

The flashlight sends a beam of light down the steps into the darkness and down I go.

When I find myself at the bottom of the steps I'm completely surprised to find that the basement is indeed stockpiled.

I let out a sigh or relief and pan my flashlight around to see what's all down here, but even with the flashlight it's still pretty hard to see anything.

In the far corner i see something shiny and red half way covered up by a blue tarp.

It cant be....

There's no possible way I could be so lucky...

But.. Today... I'm probably the luckiest man alive.

Flipping the tarp over and revealing its contents, it not only contained a generator but 2 damn near FULL gas cans!!

Checking the fuel tank and with a couple pulls of the pull cord, the basement roars to life.

3 lights turn on and illuminate the room in bright, blinding fluorescent light revealing that this room is completely bunkered down.

From food, to clothes, to assault rifles and shotguns, and in the corner under the stairs, giant cases of bottled water, I couldn't have had a better find.

God sent?

I'm not going to argue. This is a flat out blessing.

I take a couple bottles of water upstairs with me and attempt to clean up before changing into new clothes and getting my grub on.

Still feeling a little bit woozy, I decide to take the rest of the day taking note of my stockpile and resting, though I could not sleep.

Tomorrow I will go out and scour the rest of the town. If there is indeed someone out there, I sure cant wait to meet them. This lonely world gets to you after so long and I'm ready to talk to someone that is actually able to respond.

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