the turning point

It’s been a few years since it all hit the fan. I had been very careful not to get bit all this time and I made one stupid mistake and it landed me in this empty room with a pistol and one round. They didn’t leave the pistol thinking I would actually use it, just in case I might make it easier on them, but I won’t. It’s been about an hour since I was first bitten and the burning from the wound is starting to move up my arm. None of us really know what happens after you get bit other than you turn, so they left me a tape recorder to log what happens. I don’t even know why we even bothered to bandage the wound, but it’s starting to ooze through the bandage now. It’s been about two and a half hour now and the burning has spread through most of my body now it’s gotten hard to stand up. I don’t know how long it’s been now, my vision has started to go and I can’t read the number on the clock anymore. My body has started to feel like it melting from the inside out. This pistol is starting to look better and better every minute. It feels like my body is going to explode from pain, maybe this is why no one likes dyeing. I’m not sure how longs it’s been now it’s hard to move at all now. I can literally feel the virus moving through my body slowly killing me. The door opened and two men entered too find a ghoul with his outstretched arms trying to rip a piece out of them. One of the two men swung up his shotgun and fired a 12 gauge shell straight into its head tearing it off.