57 Travis Hayes

His breath was heavy yet steady, a grunt escaped his vocal cords, and he started to feel a rush, his body burning like fire. "Ugh," a heavy sigh left him after he managed to gulp down his dry throat; he felt thirsty and parched. Mindless of thoughts to come, as the symptoms became more visible. The metal chain around his body clanged every time he tried to move. The only thought he could focus on was whether he had turned into a zombie. His vision had changed its color to red.