Fortunately, no

The next day I felt terrible. When I woke up I had a bad headache and felt shivering cold, I feared the worst might happened and took my temperature, I have a buring fever almost 39C(Sorry can't do imperial temperature). I guess it really wasn't my lucky day. I spend the rest of the morning in self pity mode on the bed, then the afternoon I got into self-destruct mode and start eating everything I can find. For some reason I had a insatiable appetite and went through all my food rations in a blink of an eye, its not like I am going to need any of those anyway. Eventually, after a full day of emotional roller coaster I finally calmed down, laying on my bed I kept thinking of whats going to happen. Despite the fact that I fear myself turing into a brainless monster, I do not have the courage to kill myself. After hours of emotional struggle I decided fuck it, I will just go to bed and leave tommorrow's problems to the future me, hell maybe I might just never wake up.

It felt like the longest sleep in my life, but fortunately I eventually woke up. Miraculously I feel completely fine, no fever, no headache, even the bite wound on my shoulder is completely healed with no scare remaining. I checked the time and realize that I have been sleeping for three days straight. Everything seems to be fine except I am ravenously hungry, I can only make the conclusion that I have defeated the disease somehow. I stood up from my bed and tried to find some food, interestingly my body felt a lot lighter and I accidentally broke plastic container I used for the cookies. Somehow I am a lot stronger than I used to be, but don't see any buldging muscle, maybe its just a side effect from the virus? Deciding it is more important to find some food first I drop the thought. Unfortunatly for me I ate all the food I got the other day when I was having a break down so there is **** but to venture out. This time the target is the local market I tried before, I am too hungry to go out too far so it seems to be the reasonable choice.

This little adventure of mine ended without much incident, I did encounter a few zombies but most of them I avoided and one that I can't avoid now have its skull bashed in with a crowbar. I was able to bring home a whole bag of food, also a gas stove with some gas canisters so no more cold food for me. What's more interesting is that I can now confirm I am strong like a gorilla, it didn't take much effort for me to carry a 50 pound bag, the zombie's cracked skull also confirms the situation. Another thing I discovered is that I now eat as much as a cow, it took at least three times as much food for me to feel full as I used to eat. Well I guess this is the trade off for being super strong.