I sat up with a start, then fell back down again.
I can't believe I almost had a seizure from sitting up so fast.
My hands rose to feel around my shoulder and neck region.
Dry skin, no blood, and no gaping wound either.
I looked around and it was the same scene.
The students were being sent into the clinic by their friends, and the nurse was running around trying to figure out the problem.
I looked at the time — it was a few minutes before the first class began.
I checked my game console and it was the same date.
Then what was that?
Was it a dream?
But it felt so real and vivid.
I can still feel the pain from having my neck bitten.
But now there's nothing amiss.
No zombies, and the nurse was still alive.
I felt a sting in my wrist and started to massage it.
Yesterday — or more accurately a few minutes before I died — I woke up in the infirmary and started my life as a wayward student.
I just relaxed and played games on my console.
Then I stopped to massage my wrist and took the time to appreciate the weather.
Then the nurse was attacked and the clinic went into chaos.
The zombies rose up and started attacking all living people nearby.
There were also some students who didn't wake up and were ignored by the zombies.
But what kind of zombies are that fast and agile?
I thought they were all slow-moving and dumb.
Jeez, the zombies in my dream... hallucinations... whatever... were five times faster than I could move at my fastest.
Damn, that's sad.
I'm slower than a literal corpse.
And I'm the one alive... well, barely, but still, my heart's beating.
Then what do I do?
First of all, there's no real indication that what I saw and felt was real.
But the similarities can't be a coincidence.
Should I perhaps try it again?
I mean, should I just wait and see if it happens again?
But wouldn't that be crazy and dangerous?
There's a 50% outcome that leads to death.
The mode of action that could be performed depends on two bases of consideration:
First; the hallucination was real and it's about to be the zombie apocalypse.
The world as I know it will end in a matter of minutes right before my eyes.
People are going to fight to survive, and the stability we barely found will be destroyed once again.
And I, with my broken body, will have to escape from both humans and zombies while fighting seizures.
Tsk. Sounds horrible.
Honestly, I'd rather hope I have a heart attack at the first battle.
Unlike other people, my biggest enemy is this wretched body of mine that wants me to die.
Second; it was all in my head.
I probably fell asleep while playing games and had a nightmare.
I checked the game console, and indeed it was a zombie shooting game.
Half of the games in the console were horror games — zombie shooting, ghost puzzle solving, monster hunting.
The other half were sports games — race car driving, skydiving while dodging objects, war games, alien battles.
The reason why the games I play are liable to give you a heart attack if you played as much as I did, is because I requested the Ming Tech Corporation to make it virtual reality so that I might actually get a heart attack.
In recent times — meaning after the natural disasters — human beings surprisingly evolved in terms of intelligence.
It's like the whole world was suddenly inspired, and all the technology we thought was fantasy became reality.
Things like virtual reality, high-energy guns, flying vehicles, artificial intelligence, and accompanying robots.
The world was in its prosperous tech era.
Though all the weapons and robots were in the hands of the government and the nobles.
In fact, the noble family specially involved in handling and distributing these high-tech weapons is the Noi family.
And to improve their image as not being the Mafia family that the public perceives them to be, they built an orphanage for disabled children and generously sent one of these disabled kids to our school.
But what does that have to do with a terminally ill, about-to-die young adult?
Anyway, I requested for the game console to be connected to this device that basically monitors my life signals.
The device was called Life-Tech.
It was specially designed by the Ming family to tell the doctors when I'm about to die.
It stands to reason that the point of such an invention is to take care of me when I have life-threatening episodes.
But what they actually use it for is to make sure they silence my death.
See, I'm already "dead" according to the public.
So it would be disastrous to the Harris family if I went off and gave up the ghost just anywhere and people found out I was still alive.
What if they took a video and posted it online?
That would destroy them.
So once the circular green device behind my left ear notices the signs of death, the doctors and my family men have to come running.
They'd have to dispose of the body quickly and reduce damage control.
Anyway, it's easier to monitor me here because this is a school for the elites.
The heir of a family that has a share in controlling society can't be left unsupervised, so this school is adequately monitored and protected.
Honestly, I find it hilarious that they decided not to build a wall.
The purpose is to separate themselves from the commoners just to give the illusion that nothing has changed.
People go through life behind an illusion that everything is normal.
There is a good side to this illusion — people can actually display idiotic arrogance in real life.
To give a perfect reference — someone actually screaming how great their father is actually works now.
For example: my brother can just waltz into a restaurant and demand it be closed because he doesn't like someone's face.
He would tell them with an ego the size of a hot air balloon:
"Do you know who I am?"
"I am Johnathan Harris."
And then the owner would kneel down to apologize.
Those corny cannon fodder in movies would actually feel right at home here.
I snorted at the thought until the sound of the school bell ringing for first period made me focus.
Right, I'm about to potentially be bitten by a zombie.
This isn't the time to think about someone face-slapping my obnoxious brother.
Honestly, if my body was at least able to move without me gasping for breath after five minutes, I would gladly pick up a chair and fight the zombies to death.
Normally one is meant to be afraid of zombies.
And that's because they don't want to die, or they don't have the guts.
But I have no fear toward death. Instead, I actively seek it.
I have lived a life of endless pain and torment from something that isn't even physical.
I can't see the problem in my body, but I can feel it.
And it hurts.
So I just want the pain to end.
Sometimes I try to use a knife to open the parts of my body that hurt, to see why they hurt so much.
But my hands aren't strong enough to hold the knife for long.
So it falls from my hand and I groan at the pain.
Sigh... I really wish I could pick up that knife and go out seeking death.
Unfortunately, I can't even get out of bed.
I sighed for a while before deciding to try to get out of bed.
I slowly sat up with difficulty, while my whole body was stiff.
Too much movement too fast makes my body ache, so I move slowly, like I think about each step before I take it.
Suddenly I heard the scream, and I knew which option was correct.
It seems I wasn't hallucinating.
And then I was attacked by a student who had turned.
I lost consciousness.
He he.
Ha ha ha.
This world should be an endless flow of blood and a heap of corpses.