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Disclaimer: Everything is owned by Rachael Caine, only the zombies and story plot is Alicias.
Chapter 3:
Claire woke up and Shane wasn't in bed. She heard voices downstairs, so she figured he was down there. She rolled out of bed, and fixed her blankets a little bit. She went into the kitchen, where Eve and Shane were arguing. There was still blood on the floor.
"Where's Michael?" Claire asked, interrupting them. Eve slid a piece of paper over to her.
Amelie called. Be back soon. -M.
"We have to go see if he's okay." Eve said.
"He's fine. Let's just wait a little bit. If he's not home by sundown, we'll go for him" Shane said.
"Fine." Eve stomped out of the kitchen.
Shane grabbed the orange juice carton from the fridge, and drank it.
"We do have cups, Shane." Claire said, smiling. He burped in reply. "Neanderthal," she laughed, as he gave her his best puppy dog face.
"So, what are we going to do today?" he asked.
"I'm going to study. I have exams next week," she said, walking out of the kitchen.
"I guess I'll just stay here and clean this up!" he called after her.
Claire dragged her backpack to the couch and pulled out a textbook. As she was reading, she began to smell something funny. Shane backed out of the kitchen, retching.
"What happened?!" Claire asked, jumping up.
"I was trying to get the damn blood off the floor and bleach wasn't working. I mixed it in a bucket with water and ammonia. I thought it would work. I don't know what happened!" he said.
Claire ran into the kitchen, holding her breath. She saw the bucket and dragged it outside. When she came back inside, Eve was opening windows. Shane was sitting on the couch, still coughing.
"What the hell was that?" he asked, looking to Claire for an answer.
"Bleach and ammonia combine and make a gas called chloramine. It's what was used to gas people in the concentration camps." she explained.
"Good job, idiot. You almost gassed us." Eve said.
Claire walked over to Shane and pushed his head back. She held his eye open, examining it. It was really red and he was still coughing. "You need to see a doctor. We're going to the hospital."
"No, I'm fine." he coughed.
"You're going. Your lungs need to be checked. I'm getting my shoes." Claire said, running up the stairs. She grabbed her shoes and opened her window. Before she could even react, something hit her in the head, knocking her unconscious