"You know, technically they're still alive."

I pushed my glasses up and glanced at my fellow survivor, letting the worn novel in my hands close slowly. I shifted my position against the wall before answering. "And why is that?"

She shrugged, playing with the hem of her dress. "Well you're the apparent 'zombie expert', right?"

I nodded.

"Then isn't a zombie undead? Rotting? They eat human flesh too, right?"

I shifted again, suddenly uncomfortable. "Are you suggesting the infected are still alive then?"

"Exactly what I'm suggesting." She said triumphantly, allowing a light smirk to pull at her lips.

"How would they still be alive?"

"We saw one of the abandoned CEDA camps, didn't we?" I nodded once again. "Well look. They left all that information behind, like they didn't expect survivors. Remember what we found?"

Too much. The things CEDA had done were horrible. And now they were trying to fix things. I shuddered.

"Exactly. All this is is a mutated strain of an already existing virus. A biological weapon."

At this point, I looked down at my novel and shook my head. Dead Sea by Brian Keene. It was near opposite what we were doing now. I don't even know why I was reading it.

I tossed the soft covered novel onto the box beside me beside my gun, bringing my knees up from the floor to rest my forearms on them. "So technically we're murdering people."

She nodded.

I sighed.

"Have you seen how much they bleed when we shoot them? And they die by normal life threatening wounds." She now lifted a finger, as if trying to teach me. "And we've heard a heartbeat on the ones that just lay around and don't bother with us."

"The ones that are dying from hunger." I finished, bringing a hand up to my chin.

"Exactly. Look at it. All common infected just want to beat us to death. Chargers smash us to a pulp, Jockeys steer us into danger. Witches are just angry and claw at us." The bandaged wounds on the back of her thighs were good examples of that. "Spitters try and melt us with their goo crap. Tanks just try and kill us by any means necessary. Smokers crush your bones. Boomers just attract hordes. And the only infected that bites is the Hunter, but it claws more than anything."

I let my head fall back against the wall. Maybe she was right. I didn't say anything, merely letting her continue.

"And Hugh, look! All of the corpses laying around. None of them have been eaten. It's like the infected are jealous and just want us dead." She shifted, pulling at the bandages on her legs. I scowled, making her stop. Then, I sighed. "What do we do then?" I asked quietly, raising my eyebrows at her.

She shook her head. "There's nothing we can do. We have to kill them anyway. We could try and avoid that, but that's impossible..." She trailed off.

"What's your idea then?" I asked. We had been together long enough for me to know what she was thinking.

She grinned slightly. "We can try and find a cure."

A/N: So I haven't uploaded anything in a while. Sorry.

I keep getting the urge to write and then getting distracted. Whooooooooops.
Anywaaaaaay. I'll get back to writing Legend of Hearts in a little bit. Sooner or later. I'm going to try and update before the end of summer. (But that's highly unlikely, as I'm now a WoW addict.)
I DO play L4D. If you play too, I'm on PC. Add me. I'm under the same name like everywhere. :D