So sorry about the long wait for the latest update. A lot of things have happened that have kept me from updating this story. The biggest one being:
THE BIRTH OF MY BABY NIECE!
Anyway, this chapter is shorter than I would have liked it to be, but I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far. Leave a review if you are!
Jeanette watched silently as Simon threw a burning match into the pile of sticks they had gathered. Simon sat down, never taking his focus off of the burning embers. Jeanette could feel him drifting away again. No. Not at a time like this.
Clearing her throat, she piped up, "So what should our move be for tomorrow?"
Simon reluctantly tore his gaze from the fire, and over to her. "Huh?"
"Well,we can't just stay here. We gotta do something. Right?"
"Yeah," he mumbled. He mulled it over for a moment. "I...I kinda wanna see what's going on in the city. Just kinda see if maybe Theodore and Dave made it."
"And Eleanor and Miss Miller," added Jeanette silently. She was desperately hoping that there was some way to save Mina and Brittany. Along with Danny and Alvin, and the other party goers.
After a long, hollow silence, Simon finally spoke up. "What exactly do you think is wrong with them?" he asked thoughtfully.
Jeanette scoffed. "That they want us to become one of them."
"Yeah but...I mean they can think. And they don't eat people. Their brains seem to be fully functional."
Jeanette whipped her head towards him, giving him a sudden, sharp glare.
"Don't even Simon," she hissed threateningly. "I swear to god if you start talking about turning into one of them, I will have an attack."
Snapping his mouth shut, he returned his gaze back to the fire. As did she.
Staring into the flames, Jeanette suddenly became aware of the stinging pain that grasped her left hand.
"Ow," she mumbled. "Where did that come from?"
"What's wrong," asked Simon yawning. Jeanette lifted her hand and showed him the small cut. It wasn't deep, but the skin around it was inflamed and red.
Simon urgently snatched her hand, and examined it closer. "Jeanette, did Alvin scratch you?"
Jeanette thought back to when she slipped and Alvin had tried to attack her. He definitely had gotten close enough for that to have been possible.
"Maybe," she answered."I think I was too scared to actually feel anything."
"That's not good," muttered Simon to himself.
"Why?" she asked alarmed. "What's gonna happen?"
"U-Uh...well..." Jeanette could tell he was trying to avoid telling her.
"Simon just spit it out."
"I-If one of those-things- were to come in contact with your blood,you'll...um...turn into one of them."
"Wait,you mean if the infection spreads into my blood stream?" she cried. "Is that how it works in the apocalypse games?"
"Yeah," he answered, returning his gaze back to the cut. "But I think you'll be fine. It's not too deep. We just need to make sure that we don't open it. Or else the infected skin around it could make you turn."
Jeanette gulped silently. Simon noticed.
"Look, just don't worry about it, okay?" Jeanette nodded slowly. Simon reached for his backpack, and rummaged through it. Finally, he came up with a couple of bandages. He takes her hand in his own once more, and begins to silently wrap the bandage around it. Jeanette notes how careful he was doing it. It almost reminded her of how it used to be.
"There," he says when he's finished. "Now it's protected."
Biting her lip, she thanks him, and sinks down into one of the sleeping bags they'd "borrowed".
"Just try to sleep and don't over think things," advised Simon. "It won't do any good to freak yourself out."
Jeanette scoffed silently to herself. Look who's talking...
Okay, so I promise the next update will be coming soon. That being said, don't forget to review!
