We sat in silence, by this time the storm had passed. It was so quiet no common's were around so I could hear the blood dripping from the corpses body.

Drip... Drip...

The sound started messing with my head along with making my stomach growl loudly.

"Dylan?" I asked sitting forwards.

"Yeah?" He answered pulling down his hood and wiping sweat from his forehead. He looked like death he was super pale more than he was before, I stood up and walked over to him.

"Is there anything I can do?" I asked, a finger came up and motioned for me to move closer, I followed and leaned forwards a little.

"The one thing you can do is... Take the bullet out." He said sitting forwards, he didn't even give me time to answer or react, he pulled off his sweater and shirt at the same time and placed them on the back of the chair. I glanced at the wound, it looked horrible, he sighed.

"Leah, just gently take the bullet out." He said but he didn't seem very confident in that statement.

"I will but you need a better place to lay down." I said, he agreed and stood up, I grabbed his arm to help. He walked over to the couch and carefully lay down, I took a deep breath and moved to his side and got down onto my knees so I was at a better position to take out the bullet. I carefully touched the skin around the wound he flinched then growled.

"Just do it already!" He yelled, I flinched when he yelled but he was right I needed to take out the bullet. I carefully pushed my thumb and index claws into the small wound, Dylan kept moving around, he was in so much pain but he was trying so hard to hold it back so he didn't blow up and yell at me. I felt something abnormal, I grabbed it with my claws but when I did Dylan moved and made me loose the bullet.

"Dylan you gotta stop moving or it'll just hurt more." I said trying to keep him still, I looked up at his face, by the way this face looked I could tell he was in so much pain. I finally found the bullet again and re-gripped it. I slowly and carefully pulled it out, I grabbed Dylan's hand and placed the bullet inside.

"You can keep it as a souvenir." I said standing up, he weakly laughed.

"I definitely will." He said sitting up, I was about to walk over to sit on the chair but he grabbed my wrist.

"Thanks." He mumbled placing his right hand over the wound, I looked at him and sighed.

"Do you want me to bandage that? I have a sweater that was completely ripped during my transition." I said, he smirked.

"I think that would be best." He said, he let go of my wrist and I grabbed the ripped sweater from beside the couch. I went and sat on the chair salvaging as much of the sweater as I could but the sound of the blood dripping from the corpse distracted me a lot due to the hunger. I ripped the better parts of the sweater which only happened to be only four semi long pieces, I kinda knew since we have different body types I would have to tie pieces together before they were even able to wrap around his body. I carefully tied two pieces together, I stood up and took the extra pieces with me just in case.

"Alright stand up." I said and he stood up standing in front of me, he towered over me he has to be at least 6 foot something. I wrapped the pieces I tied around his body and it fit perfectly, with the extra pieces I decided t wrap them around the other pieces to add extra material to cover his wound. I finished and he sat back down, I walked back towards the chair, I sat down and he looked at me.

"You need to eat." He said jerking his head towards the corpse, I shook my head.

"No, you eat, you need the nutrients to help heal your wound." I said, he sighed and sat up.

"Fine, we will both eat." He declared and stood up and leaned over the corpse, he tore off his shirt exposing his slightly torn up chest. Dylan simply slid a claw from the corpses neck down to about his belly button, he then carefully pulled apart the skin, I saw the corpses ribs and organs I honestly gagged at the sight of it plus it also made me want to throw up in the process. This was the only way I was going to survive in this body and I already promised myself I wouldn't die again, but I just pushed away those thoughts and leaned forwards watching how Dylan dismembered the corpse. As I watched him I realized I hardly knew Dylan, all I really knew about him was his name I didn't even know his age or anything about him at all but I wasn't going to bother him with question right now. I could hear him digging around inside the corpses body it made me cringe. Minutes later Dylan turned around and handed me a chunk of something, I guess it was for me to eat, I closely inspected it.

"What is this?" I asked, he turned his head to me.

"Do you really want to know?" He asked, then I realized I really didn't want to know so I shook my head. I took a deep breath and took a good sized bite, it didn't taste as bad as i thought it would have, to me it tasted like meat but I couldn't pin point want kind but at least it didn't taste horrible. I finished the chunk of "meat" he gave me, I wiped the excess blood on my dark blue jeans. I looked over at Dylan I guess he was already finished because he was lying down, I smiled and curled up into the chair, I glanced out the window and looked at the stars, it's been awhile since I actually felt safe since this infection hit but of course it all it takes is for me to die and become one of these things. Honestly how ironic is that?

Yaay Chapter 8 c: and I have a small feeling that this story might carry out longer than my longest story which is: A Blooming Rose that has 20 chapters.

I feel in that story I rushed a lot of things but in this one I'm expanding time and adding more detail as best as I can.

lol well thanks for reading :D

Kassy/MynxMoon