Chimera

The street glowed and shown as if the entire city was bathed in moonlight. The city lay still, quiet, unmoving, not even nature dared to move within the city. I stood alone, unarmed and vulnerable in the middle of the street. I could feel that I was not alone, though nothing moved, though nothing made a sound, I was aware that death was all around me. Death had consumed my city; I could see it moving, growing, hungering for me, its claws closing in on me. G's surrounded me on all sides. They stood silently watching me, their mouths silently calling to me, speaking my name with lifeless voices and fetid breath. They began to close on me, slowly suffocating me, stealing my oxygen.  Their screams for hunger were deafening, my ears rang and my feet moved faster than I had ever thought possible.

Pushing past the ghouls closest to me, I could feel their hands reaching for me, scratching, and tearing at my clothes. My lungs began to burn as I tried to put distance between me and the ghouls. As I ran I could see the entire city's inhabitants converge on me, from every door, every window, the entire world seemed to close around me. The street began to close up, houses began to move around me, I could hear the doors and windows break. Closing in on me the dead reached and grabbed for my body, their teeth closing and gnashing, grinding. My arm burned, and I turned to see a ghoul biting into my forearm, I spun around slamming my fist into its dead skull, breaking my self free, I could feel another tear, another bite, another hand grabbing me. The snarls, howling, the breaking wood consumed all I could hear.

As my eyes opened I could feel the sting of sweat, my head throbbed, and my body burned, in my brief consciousness, all I could see from the couch was the G standing in the living room. 

Mistakes...

I was sure I had lost him.  And perhaps I deserved to, after the mistakes I made... 

Much of what transpired after the zombie ambush out on the street is foggy at best.

After my initial wave of panic had passed, something inside me had clicked..something emotionless...robotic...careless...

I only remember it in flashes...
I remember basically leaping down the apartment barricade...running full speed to the nearby Rite-Aid...items being grabbed and quickly thrown to the side or stashed into my backpack as I frantically searched each aisle.  In the pharmacy, I remember just sweeping medicine bottles and tubes off the shelves into my bag, no looking, no considerations...  By the time I made it back to the apartment, Resef was unconscious.

It wasn't until I had applied a random assortment of topical creams and antibiotic gels to his wound that I noticed myself getting very lightheaded and dizzy.  As I started to clean up after the haphazard medical procedure I realized there was a trail of blood leading to a large pool of blood next to Resef.  I looked down at my leg to see a large gash resulting from carelessly sneaking into a half-way boarded-up window at the Rite-Aid.  Everything went black after that...

The next thing I remember is waking up to wails and moans coming from outside.  I quickly found Resef in the dim light of dusk.  I could see that he was breathing, but still asleep...his wound slightly green, but improved.  My body was weak from blood loss.  I staggered upwards, swaying with each step as I clumsily made my way to the deck.  Below me appeared the largest gang of Gs I've ever seen at our complex.  They had caught the scent of my blood from my trip to the Rite-Aid and were now clawing at our barricade.

I hadn't been thinking when I had made that trip...I didn't even remember if I had properly secured the barricade.  As if in answer to my terrified thoughts, a Walker swiftly pummeled his way through the barricade, slowly making his way toward me, leading the way for the other monsters...