The reader is a incredibly smart and tough teenager hold up alone in part of a hospital/laboratory trying to find a cure for the zombie plague. Because she's alone she needs to go out scavenging for food, fuel for power and supplies to find the cure. While out she encounters the group we know and love but she assumes they're hostile and runs away. The group follows her back to the hospital, after she explains her situation they doubt she'll succeed, until she turns a fresh infected human again.
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You throw a bag over your shoulder and open the door to the underground bunker youâve been hold up in since the beginning. However long ago that was, you honestly donât even know. The streets are abandoned as always. There wasnât many people out here to begin with--your dad made sure of that when he moved in here about twenty years ago--so there are never any loose bitters out. Now and then youâll get the occasional one, but usually you round them up and use them for research. Youâve cracked it. What your dad tried so hard to do, but hadnât lived long enough to succeed. You did it.
A sound coming from the house youâre about to go in startles you and sends you stumbling back to grab your gun before doing anything else. Youâve been doing this for a while now. Kills have become a thing of survival that you try not to think about or worry over. Survival isnât what it used to be.
You step forward a little bit so you can hear them. Right now theyâre arguing and not really being quiet. There are many different voices. You hear about five different ones, but youâre not sure if there arenât more who are just staying quiet. Quietly, you walk towards the door, wanting to hear what theyâre talking about and if theyâre good or bad people. Although, youâve seen enough to have your doubts that anybody is truly good.
âWe canât stay here, there is not protection!â
âWell where else can we stay? We need to rest and itâs best to do it here!â
You step forward without even realizing, wanting to be able to hear them clearer when you step on a loose board. You gasp, making even more noise. They all stop. Maybe theyâll ignore it? Someone gets up and begins to walk to the door. Before they can come out and shoot you, you run as fast as you can. The door opens, but no bullets go flying. However, you know that someone is following you. Using tactics that your dad showed you doesnât hope. You zig-zag and throw stuff that you can behind you, even dropping the bag at one point. Itâs no use.
The bunker is just within sight when someone tackles you to the ground.
âGet off of me!â you scream. âGet off!â They cover your mouth with their dirt stained hand and you stop screaming. Luckily, there arenât any bitters around that could come. At least, none that you know of. More and more of the group arrives and the man still has you pinned down. His hair is long and down to his shoulders and looks like it hasnât been cut even before the apocalypse. His vest hangs off of him and it looks like he hasnât eaten in quite a bit.
When all of the group is here he gets off of you and forcibly yanks you up. You donât try to run--there isnât anywhere to since theyâre right outside your hideout.
âWho are you?â the guy demands. His voice is deep and rough.
âY/n,â you say. âI have the cure.â Thatâs the first thing you can think to say that will get them to listen to you. They all give you looks of doubt and disbelief. Although, in some of their eyes, you can see hope in their eyes. You want to fuel that hope even more. âI can show you if you let me go back to my bunker. Iâll let you guys see. Iâll show you Iâm not lying.â Theyâre all skeptical, but two men exchange a look that almost says âWhat harm can she do?â so they let you lead them into the bunker.
Your dad always knew something like this would happen. He was a paranoid scientist. He created this bunker when you were just a kid. Youâd always thought he was just being overly cautious creating this, but now youâre grateful that he did. Youâd be dead without it.
He had most of the cure finished before he...before he passed away. You were able to perfect it though. You try it out on walkers that you find and, the last time you tried, youâd been able to change them back. Theyâd been alive, but a few hours later they died from wounds. They were all decayed, so there was no way they could survive. At least, thatâs what you hope and they didnât die because of the antidote you created.
âWell,â the one who seems to be the leader says, âshow us.â You rack your brain for how to show them that youâre telling the truth. Youâve got a walker held up, but if the same thing happens as before then they wonât believe you. Suddenly, an idea comes to mind.
âOkay, just wait here for a moment, okay?â Nobody says anything, but he quickly nods. You walks confidently back to the back where they walker is being kept. There is only one way--someone who is freshly bitten. The walker doesnât hesitate to bite you right on the shoulder like youâd anticipated. It hurts just as much as youâd thought it would, maybe even more, but you are getting skin ripped off of you, so....
âWhatâs going on?â the leader says, barging down the hall to where youâre standing with blood dripping down your shoulder. He takes the colt python out of his holster and aims it at you.
âDonât shoot!â you yell. âI wonât be turned for much longer. Watch.â You take a syringe out of my pocket and shove it into your thigh right into a vein. Youâve never been a fan of needles even though your dad dealt with them a lot around you, so it makes you queasy at first. âNow we wait.â
You let them stay the night and let them choose where to stay. Itâs a small place, built for two people, but they manage to find spots. You agree to stay in the contained area just incase it doesnât work and you turn in the middle of the night. It was a reasonable request.
Itâs hard to fall asleep. Even though you're confident in your work there is always that little voice in the back of your head that says youâre wrong and that this isnât going to end well. The fact that in the middle of the night, after youâd finally fallen asleep, you get a horrible fever. It scares you horribly, but a few hours later the fever breaks and you feel much better.
In the morning you get up before the rest, not having slept much, and show them. The leader helped you bandage the wound yesterday. Itâs enough to convince some of them, but others are still doubtful.A few days later and youâre still not turned, theyâre convinced.
âSo, you wanna help me save the world?
