Feb. 6th, 2011

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He seemed to be having trouble standing; she offered him a hand but he didn’t take it.

“Are you okay?”

His only response was to moan slightly.

“Don’t worry. We’re getting out of here. We just need to...”

Her statement was cut off as shotgun fired at close range took out a large chunk of his head.

“You shot him!”

“He was infected.”

“You could have helped, there must be something that can cure it.”

“Nothing. Once bitten he’s nothing but a walking moaning zombie-plague vector. If I’m infected I want you to do the same for me.”

“Damn you.”

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