(Hey, before I post anything about it, is it ok if the virus some how messes me up. Not like a zombie, but more of a mutated creature that can't be killed with just a single shot to the head?)
I was continuing to feel worse now. I was starting to see things. Little children running through the room. I was hearing sounds, like those of children playing and laughing. My eyes were turning red now. I couldn't feel my legs and I was barely able to move my arms. I slowly cocked back the revolver. With much trouble, I put it to my head. I closed my eyes and prepared to pull the trigger. Thoughts raced through my mind. Then, only one thing popped into my mind. "Though I walk through the valleybof the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Forgive me Lord." I wasn't aware of anything around me. I pulled the trigger. Then, something weird happened. Everything went slow. I could hear the hammer hit. I could hear the bullet leaving the barrel of the gun. I prepared for it to hit me. I felt an extreme pain in my chest. I must have been so weak that I let the gun drop alittle.