"Screw Brigitte, I need to get to a hospital", Sam rasped as he watched Ginger drive the car. Severely wounded as he was, Sam was amazed that he could even talk right now. Of course, what was more amazing was Ginger because the last time he saw her the red head had been running around on al fours. And biting my throat, he silently added as his mind began to clear. He wouldn't mention that now though since Ginger seemed pretty confused and distracted by trying to drive his van. Hell, he was pretty confused himself. How was he still alive? Where was Brigitte? And--
"Where are you going?" Ginger glared at him.
"To find Brigitte", was her simple response.
"You..know where she went?" Sam asked before he started coughing up blood. Ginger's eyes returned briefly to the road before she glared at him again.
"No, but...but we need to get out of here. We can't drive to a fucking hospital right now Sam. Or ever. Haven't you figured it out yet? You don't need a hospital".
Sam stared at Ginger blankly, not even noticing her nudity as he might of in a different situation, but just stared at her as he tried to put together the facts in his mind. Iwas bitten, Ginger bit me and...and tried to kill me but...but I'm not dead. If anything, I think I'm getting better but that's impossible unless--
"You bitch".
Ginger's head snapped toward him. "What did you say?"
"You goddamn bitch! I'm like you, aren't I? Jesus christ", Sam's body shook with a mixture of fear and rage. He wanted to pound his hands on the dashboard like Ginger had done earlier but he was far too weak. "You...you", words escaped him.
"Hey, it's not like I'm happy about this either Sam!" She screeched back at him. "It's not like I had a fucking choice! If you didn't want to get bitten then you should have stayed the hell away from my sister!" As Ginger screamed at Sam, she kept her eyes on him the whole time which unfortunately meant she wasn't paying attention to the road. The sound of a blaring horn grabbed Ginger's attention once more as the red head saw lights out of the corner of her eye. Car! her mind screamed. You're on the wrong side of the road!
Ginger jerked the car back to the right. "Shit, shit, shit! See what you made me do?!" She yelled at Sam as the opposite car whizzed past them. "Will you just shut up and let me drive?"
"Where are you driving to?" Sam repeated the earlier question. Ginger kept her eyes on the road this time as she looked helplessly out the window. Where was there to go? Luckily Sam had a suggestion.
"I know where we can go. There's a motel outside of town, I sell the manager weed regularly and he let's me--" Sam was about to say 'bring girls out there' but stopped himself. "He let's me crash there sometimes. Take Route 10 when you come to the end of this street".