"Jake..." he said, his voice starting to fail and his mind and stomach started swimming. he laid down on the floor and curled up towards the door. briefly, he wondered in this was some sort of quarentine like in the movies. Maybe they came down with something incredibly contagious and dangerous..

Maybe I am infected with the zombie virus.

Funny thought, but he doubted it. Zombie virus is highly unlikely and they would have just killed them....right?

In the midst of these thoughts, his stomach felt like it was flip flopping and churning, like the water along the side of a boat. He suffered only a while longer before his gag reflex started up. Once the whole mess was over with, there was a clear, greenish liquid on the floor, leaking under the door. There remained a pain in his stomach.

"Gah...I think I'm hungry."

Upon recognition, the pain grew, and he groaned...though soon there were footsteps, followed by slightly frenzied footsteps. Anxiety overtook him then, and he scooted away from the door.