Hello there, well I decided to restart my story again. It is still going to be gory in some spots, but what else would you expect from a zombie story? My friend reminded me about it, and I decided to see if I get a better turnout this time around. I hope you enjoy it! Sorry if my grammar is off a bit.

The argument about Jennifer wasn't going very well. Everyone had different ideas, and, as always, there was someone in the group that didn't like it. I had my own idea, but no-one would go for it. I just sat there and listened to their ideas and considered them. I decided it was time to butt in and tell them my idea.

"Well she is bitten. I've seen what happens after you get bitten. People turn into those zombies. Maybe we can try prey and hope that she makes it," Mark said.

"How would that work? If it is for sure that she will die, then why should we risk all our lives, just for her? Besides she won't be any use to anyone in her condition," Rustle said.

"Well," I finally cut in," I have an idea. It is a new concept and it may not even work." I paused and looked over at Jennifer. Jennifer was sitting at a table in the food court. It was small, and everything we said, she could hear.

"What is it?" Carren asked. "Do you think you can help keep her alive?"

"I'm not sure. I never heard anyone doing it before. See she was bitten in her arm. This zombienism is a disease that infects the body, right?"

"Right," Tammy responded," what's your point?"

"Well it has to work its way through the body and kill it off. What would happen if we simply stopped the infection from spreading?"

"And how are we going to do that?" Rustle asked.

"Well, we could cut off her arm. That way the disease is forced to stop. It won't go through the body causing her death. I know it's a little sick and might be painful, but is it any worse then what might happen if we don't do anything about it?" I asked. I looked around at the faces of the people in the plaza. I got mixed messages.

"I guess that could work," Tammy said to break the pause," I have never heard of it before, but…"

"Oh let's do it and get it over with. We can find out if it works or not!" Jennifer shouted.

Everyone laughed, and then there was another moment of paused silence.

"So, are you all in? I can tell Jennifer is." I said.

Everyone nodded in agreement. Charlene sighed and went behind the McDonald's counter. I looked around for a knife. I wish they hadn't taken away my weapons. They didn't trust me yet. At least they left me my gun. It was only to make sure I wouldn't be helpless.

I wasn't sure where to look. I pulled out all the drawers and looked through the cabinets; I found a butcher knife way in the back. It looked greasy and there was some blood on it. I wondered how the blood got on there. I looked for a sink. I found one; it was in a storage room. The door was opened and on my left hand side. I walked in and washed it thoroughly. I dried it off and held it up to the light. It glistened and I could see my reflection. I looked terrible.

"Well," Jennifer shouted," what's taking so long?"

I laughed a little; she made me laugh at the strangest things. I just wish I knew how she did it. I walked out and jumped over the counter. I walked over the Jennifer, holding the knife.

"Are you sure you really want to go through with this?" I asked her.

She nodded. She removed the white napkin she was holding over her wound. It was deep, and blood was still protruding from it. I pulled out the chair next to her and took my seat. I was nervous about doing it. I wasn't trained for this sort of thing. I didn't want end up making a mistake and make her feel more pain then she needed to. The cut was on her forearm, which is the part of the arm, below the elbow. I sighed nervously.

"Where should I cut?" I asked. I hoped my nervousness didn't show.

Peter walked over and stood beside me. "Cut it from the right below the shoulder. I am…was a doctor's assistant. The infection probably spread to the biceps already."

I nodded. Peter pointed to the location on her arm to cut. I took a deep breathe, I wished he Peter would do it. I didn't want to place any pressure on him. He seemed nervous enough as it is. I held the knife up a little. I blinked and felt a few beads of sweat on my forehead. Jennifer turned her head around. I dropped the butcher knife swiftly, through her right arm. It only made it halfway through. Before there were any more questions, I took another swing at it. I felt like a wood chopper who was chopping wood.

Chop…Chop…Chop.

It finally came off and Jennifer was screaming from the pain. Some of the blood had squirted on my face. It didn't bother me any. I didn't mind a little blood once in a while. Peter had quickly placed some napkins around the cut I had made. He made sure that the blood was staying inside her shoulder.

I stood up and walked into a nearby bathroom. I knew Peter would be trying to help Jennifer. I took a deep sigh and turned on the sink. I let the water run and I looked up at my image in the mirror.

"This is it," I said to myself. "This is the moment your life changes forever."