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"That cross on the wall?" Ratchet told Pipes. "The one you just ignored? It's the universal plague symbol. It means "stay the hell away" in a billion languages. It does not mean "ram-raid a morgue"!"
Drift looked around at the dead bots and nearly gagged. "Hands up who thinks this tip's just taken a turn for the worse." Both him and Lotus lifted a hand.
"A plague symbol?" Pipes asked. "Am I infected or something?"
Ratchet raised an eye ridge. "I don't know. Probably not. Hopefully not."
"What about "definitely not"? Is "definitely not" in there? 'Cos that's my favorite."
"Pipes, behind you!" Drift and Lotus said. Drift ran behind Pipes and sliced the "zombie bot" to death.
Slutch!
Slice!
Ksss!
"What was that?!" Ratchet asked, appalled.
Drift put his swords away. "I don't know, but I think it was infected."
"I'm talking about you! What's with all the-slicing?!"
"He was going to attack Pipes!"
"He was moving at two miles an hour!" Ratchet looked at the head of the-now-dead bot from a distance. He sighed and said, "I know this guy. His name was Prowl."
"Prowl?" Drift looked sceptical and confused, thinking of the more famous-or rather, infamous-bot that most people knew.
"Not the Prowl, obviously. This Prowl changed his name to...Dent, I think. To avoid confusion."
"Dent? He called himself Dent? As in-as in Dent?"
"Yeah, well, all the best names are taken."
"Hello?" A face popped through a door. "Anyone down there? I though I heard...bickering. Ratchet?!"
"First Aid." Ratchet said. "Do me a favor and explain-everything."
"Oh, Ratchet-it's bad. We've been hit by this-this virus. This red rust. Everyone's dying…! I was trying to find a patient. He escaped the ward and-" First Aid looked around and stopped his patient's body parts laying around the room. "Ah. I see you found him first."
"Sorry." Drift apologized. "He attacked Pipes."
Ratchet coughed into his hand. "Sort of."
First Aid stood and saw Pipes covered in the residue of what didn't fall off of him by then. He shone a light in Pipes optics. "Pipes, I presume?"
"What gave it away? Was it the pipes?" Pipes asked.
"Hmm. You look okay. Ish."
"Can we try that again without the "ish"…?"
"Afraid not-the virus is transmitted by physical contact, but it can lay dormant in the body for hours, even days." First Aid grabbed a red drawing stick and slowly drew a red X on Pipes cheek. "Keep still. This just tells people that you've come into contact with an infected patient."
""Stay the hell away"." Pipes recited from Ratchet's earlier scolding.
"Yeah. Something like that."
Lotus groaned. "Guys, I'm starting to wish I was back on the Lost Light."
