"They don't think. They only move aimlessly in the world. Moving towards their next meal."
He turned away from the fire's licking flames.
"Once they've fully changed, they don't even feel pain. The infected no longer speak, their vocal chords are destroyed by that point. So don't feel bad for killing those who are already changed."
He watched the deft hands work the bandages over his chest with practice. They never brushed against the wound, and never pulled the bandage too tightly. It was a nice practice in medical needs in this world. They had been running since the infection took place.
They had lost so many of them. There was only two of them left now. They had been found by someone who would be able to radio in a rescue once they got to a safe zone. It was only him and Scott left.
"There," The hands gave his shoulder a light pat, telling him to stand. "Stay away from Chargers if you can."
"R-right." He was sore, definitely going to be hurting in the morning, but he would manage. The stitches felt so professional, he was beginning to wonder of the fact that the man they had come across was once a doctor.
"Scott, let me check you, you took a good hit from the spitter."
"I'm fine!"
"Voice down." The man called, stuffing the remaining supplies back into the red medical pack. "They're attracted to noise. They like investigating."
"Where did they come from?"
"The infection started from a hospital up north. The virus causing it came from a undisclosed location that I'm trying to locate. My partners are spread throughout the nation currently."
"You're not the only one?"
A shake of a head, "No. I wouldn't be able to cover much ground, although they gave me the hardest area due to the infection blowing up lately."
"Are you gonna be okay?"
"I've been doing this for a good while; a lot longer than you have been around, kid."
"But I'm already eighteen."
"And I'm a lot older than that."
"What, fifty?"
He only gained a chuckle.
"You don't look that old, you only look maybe twenty."
"Thanks, pretty much haven't aged since then."
He nodded, sitting down and leaning against the wall opposing the blocked safe house door. He watched in silence as several decaying hands grasped the open bars, and let go with no interest.
"Get some sleep, I need to plan our route."
His eyes opened quickly, although he hissed in pain at it. It was bright, the light managing to stream past the boxes blocking it.
He sat up, jamming his hands into the softness underneath him. There was a light groan of pain and then a chuckle.
"Y'all wanna get off mah stomach with your claws, Vincent?"
He gave a soft growl of apology, or what he considered to be the apologetic emotion. He stood up, giving a light growl as he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands, pointing his claws away from his face.
Captain held out a bottle of water for him. He held a soft sad smile on his face, but kept up with the sadness.
Emotions? Since when could he recognize emotions...?
Keith groaned and sat up, the joints within his back and neck popping madly. "Ah ever tell you about the time me and mah buddy Ellis use riding lawnmowers instead a bumper cars. Somehow Ah ended up underneath my mower an-"
He stopped paying attention and turned to the bottle cap, attempting to understand the way to open it. Captain shook his head and turned to pick carefully though the ammo pile for his pistol.
"Vincent, here." Jess held out his hand to take the bottle. "I'll show you."
He tilted his head but allowed the spikey haired man take the bottle. There was a mocked twist of the cap before the bottle was handed back.
Wait.
The water felt good against his scratched throat.
Why was he calling them by those names? Why did he know to call them by that? What was...
...it's not too late...
Help me.
Let me out.
It's never too late.
o.O
Cereal: *kicks door open and pounds it to death.* that's right door! I'm back!
iggyt14: *looks up from work* Poor door...
Cereal: *walks across room and sits down.* indeed. So, another chapter done.
iggyt14: Yes, feeling better?
Cereal: A little. Those fangirls aren't giving me trouble for now...
*monkey walks in.*
Monkey: hey guys! *smirks and waves.*
Cereal: Hey.
iggyt14: Evening
Monkey: *sits on cereals lap sideways and wraps her arms around his neck.* how's my little patient today?
Cereal: *blushes.* i-im good!
iggyt14: *looks back down at work*
Cereal: So iggs. Should we tell the readers about the drawing of Jess on Devianart?
iggyt14: Oh, so the ones of Captain and Vincent are nothing?
Cereal: I assumed readers would have already saw them...
*we all look at the reader.*
iggyt14: I don't expect them.
Cereal: Well they should... cause you put a lot of work into it those drawings...
iggyt14: True
Monkey: I'm gunna go to our room... don't keep me waiting to long... *gets up and walks out.*
Cereal: *sigh.* okay, so... I have noticed the lack of reviews... Readers! We WANT to hear what you have to say! Leave a friggin REVEIW!
iggyt14: Yes, and being mean to them like that is a good way to get them... Honestly, its fine I guess if they don't
Cereal: It's called tough love... I love every single one of our readers. And I want to know what they think of red jacket... I also accept PM's... (Too desperate sounding?)
iggyt14: Shouldn't they just PM me? Considering I take the time to write the chapter regardless of my wrist's condition? ( A bit)
Cereal: They could PM either one of us... so remember that readers! *virtual hug.*
iggyt14: Hm... I should prolly get back to work. And you shouldn't leave ,monkey waiting
Cereal: *kicks back.* I make the rules in this relationship...
Monkey: Cereal146! Get in here right now or I will come and drag you here!
Cereal: O_o... I'm frightened... *gets up and walks to the door.* see ya later readers! *walks away.*
iggyt14: *chuckles and turns back to the work* well, I can definitely tell. Better get back to work. See ya soon.