Read AM13 Outbreak Series (Book 2): Forgotten for Free Online Page B

be in that horrendous condition.” I shake it away; I don’t need this now. I can’t be crippled by the demons that have always haunted me. There are more important things at stake here. I’ve got to push through the barrier and beat it. I’ve got no other choice. Listening to it has brought me nothing but misery in my life, I need to break out of the vicious cycle that has been tightening its grip on me for as long as I can remember.
    I push the door open and she comes flying through it, landing on the floor. I watch her for a second, my heart aching. Her gorgeous blonde hair, usually tied into a neat bouffant, is straggly and full of grime. Her pale skin is dirty and rotten. Her eyes are blank, there is nothing left of her wonderful personality. I no longer recognise anything about the woman I love so dearly. She scrabbles around, trying to get to her feet. Her lack of awareness, her stupidity, hurts most of all. Clare is such an intelligent woman, I know she must despise being like this. I raise the crowbar, ready to do what’s right, ready to put her out of her misery, but instead I bring it crashing down onto the toilet seat, smashing it to pieces. The noise grabs her focus and I rush out of the room, slamming the door behind me.
    Tears stream out of my eyes and I slump back against the door. The weeping turns into full blown sobbing that causes everything to start aching. I want things to go back to the way they were. Why did AM13 have to come along and wreck absolutely everything? This is beyond awful; it’s a nightmare that I can’t wake up from. Suddenly a scratching sound shakes me out of my coma. She’s already reacting, still trying to get to me. I wish she could recognise me, but it was widely reported that victims would lose their memories quickly once infected. It’s absolutely devastating for the love of my life to regard me as a stranger.
    Before I get a chance to move, I feel something dripping on my hand. Blood. Her blood. Alarm shoots through me in an unexpected rupture. I hold my hand as far away from my body as I can, sprinting down the stairs.
    The sight of a kitchen sinks calms my heart beat slightly. I scrub my skin roughly, until my hand is red, raw, and peeling, but I need to be absolutely certain that every scrap of the blood is gone. I can’t bear the thought of that awful illness touching me, even for a second. Especially after seeing it so close up. I only stop scouring when I hear Clare start to move clumsily down the stairs. She has escaped from the bathroom already. I need to get out; I don’t want to risk another fight.
    I know I won’t catch AM13 just by the blood of an infected touching my skin, unless it gets into a previous cut, but I can’t afford to take any risks. I don’t want to die, not now. I grab my things together, knowing that I need to leave this very second. When I get out of here, I won’t stop again until I make it to the airport.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 12
     
     
    ALYSSA
     
    “Oh crap.” A horde. An absolutely massive horde of zombies is slowly heading this way. A larger group than I’ve ever seen in any film. More than I thought could even exist. It seems to go on as far as the eye can see. I didn’t even realise that many people lived in the UK! They’re heading towards me, terribly excited at the sight of a living, breathing human. This is not something I expected to encounter so quickly in my adventure. In fact, I was hoping to avoid immense groups like this altogether.
    They make the few that I spotted out of the front of my house seem like a walk in the park. By now all of those zombies must have joined this group too. Do I have time to run back home and go out the other side? Do I want to risk that? No, I think the only option I have is to sprint faster than I’ve ever gone before. I’m so glad I made a point of always keeping active; my fitness level should be able to cope with this, no problem.
     
    * * *
     
    My heart is