The next morning Emily had the shock of her life. She awoke to find Dray sitting in her kitchen, covered in blood and mud. After regaining control of her heart from her fright reflex she scowled at Dray.
"I knew I should have never giving you the key to my house." Emily poured herself and Dray a cup of coffee. Dray was one of the people she was extremely close to. He was there with her from the beginning. If it wasn't for Dray she probably would have been alive as a child. Placing the coffee down in front of him she started to make breakfast.
"So what's up? Why are you smelling like a mess? You couldn't of showered before you came over?"
Emily was taking notice of how quiet Dray was. He normally had some smart ass remarks about everything. Normally he made fun of her bunny slippers or he would have commented on what he had done last night. What girl he was supposedly with, always the pimp in his mind. Emily stopped what she was doing and sat across from Dray.
"You don't look good Dray. You're really pale. You feeling okay?"
His cold eyes looked up finally at her face. They were bloodshot and heavy with exhaustion. It was then that Emily knew exactly what has happened last night.
"You are a complete idiot you know that! You are so dumb!" Anger was apparent in her voice. "Why do you always have to be the bad-ass?" Emily took a few calming breathes before she continued. "You went hunting alone last night didn't you? You ignored Bray's decision and went on your own? You are so god damn stupid. Dray you could have been killed or worse infec…." As her worlds trailed off she suddenly felt really cold inside. He had looked extremely pale and sick. It suddenly felt like an extreme weight was pressing down on her. The pit of her stomach felt hard and cold. This couldn't be happening to her. Not to Dray.
The silence crept between both of them. Emily was running scenarios over and over in her head. He wasn't infected. He just had the flu or something. No, she refused to believe it. Dray finally looked up at her again. His hand clasped over hers while his other hand pulled up the side of her shirt to expose his ribs.
"I was cut by their blades. The one named Deacon bled on me. Em I'm going to be infected. I'm going to change like them."
Her heart stopped when the truth was out there in spoken words, shown clearly on Dray's face. Maybe he wouldn't change? He was immune to the virus before. Maybe he was still unaffected. Emily also knew that wasn't they case. The reason this entire city was here was because they were resistant to the air born virus that had caused all of the infected out side of the compound, but once there was blood on blood contact it was over. You changed into one of them. Emily knew what she had to do. She was supposed to let Bray know about Dray's accident, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it.
"Dray, maybe there is still hope?" Her voice was frail and scared, but yet strong. She had to be for Dray's sake. "Let's get you cleaned up and see what the night brings, okay?"
Dray just nodded hid head. She knew he hadn't heard a word she had said to him. His mind was still in a state of shock. The change would take place in 24 hours of when he had come in contact with Deacon's blood.