I see the ugly dead face headingtowards me. I put a hand in its shoulder to stop it from moving closer to me.
I stab my knife through its skull and yank it out again.
The creature falls to the grass and I empty out its pockets.
Lighter.
Cigarettes.
Pocket knife.
Wallet.
I keep the pocket knife and lighter and discard the rest. I move on to the next creature and repeat the process.
To my right Michael is doing the same.
We are standing in the middle of a herd doing this. Instead of scavenging, this is much more affective.
Wedothis for about an hour with no issues.
When I am on my tenth creature something changes. When I am leaning over it and going through the pockets when I feel a prickle on the back of my neck so I turn quickly to face a creature watching me. Not moving just standing there. I turn back to what
I was doing but look again and it's still watching me.
I turn to Michael and he sees it too. He stands and doesn't take his eyes off of it.
I turn to it again and it's seemed to make up its mind.
It makes a growling sound and moves towards me, reaching for me.
I stand quickly and kick it down. I hold it away from me but it's reaching me and trying to bite me. Michael is there quickly and stabs it through the skull and it drops.
I look at him and he motions for me to follow me.
I grab what I've collected and move to follow him.
None of the others have reacted.
We never speak when in the middle of a herd. Just to be safe.
When we reach the edge and move to camp I finally speak.
"Why did the creature attack us?"
"I have no idea."
I ask the question I fear the answer to.
"Is the immunity gone?"
His silence is worse then any answer he could have given me.