"Dang it!" I thought to myself as I roamed down the highway. It was cold, and my clothes weren't as thick as I would've liked them to be. I stopped and held out a thumbs up only to find that my savior was the least comfort that I'd get.
"Get in," he said roughly, opening the back door. I obeyed without question, not once thinking of what my actions would lead to. "So, why are you on your own kid?" I didn't answer. I didn't want them to know what I was.
"She's infected," the girl next to him answered for me. She was young, younger than me; fifteen maybe. The guy next to her had oddly shaped brown hair with glares that could kill. I first experienced these glares when he looked at me. I shook in my seat as he looked me over.
"Good," he said to the girl sitting next to me. "They'll like it."
"Wait!" I snapped. "What? Are you one of those people who create them? Let me out!" I opened the door only to find the car was going eighty.
"No, we didn't create you," the girl insisted. "We're one of the good guys."
"What's good and what's bad is in the eye of the beholder." I informed her.
"I'm Laura, this is Logan." she introduced.
"Illegal couple?" I questioned. She laughed hysterically and as smirk crossed his face.
"No, he's a teacher of mine," she answered.
"So why are you..."
"We're out here looking for people like you," she explained. "Those who haven't dropped dead yet. We think we can help you become normal again."
"You think?" I asked.
"It's experimental, but it's better than walking around like a time bomb waiting for your death," she snapped. Logan put his hand on her shoulder. We sat in silence the rest of the ride to wherever we were headed...