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Yeah but if she's going to pass out at least she's at the hospital.
Yeah, even if they get her fever down they will probably want to keep her for observation. I'm sure she'll be alright though. Hospitals are use to dealing with this sort of thing.
Is your sister alright?
“No, not too heavy.” Rex hadn’t much experience carrying humans but he still imagined that she would weigh more than this. Their bone structure was just so much more condensed than his own. Hers should be too. Maybe it was just the adrenaline in his own system… alluding him to the truth.
With one more silent sweep of the shop he headed for the door, nudging it open with one foot while bouncing her a little higher onto his back. He peered out onto the main street once more and seeing that was clear hurried out of the building. The zombies stirred but were sluggish in the nightly chill- taking awhile to respond. Too long to have any hope of catching up.
Rex hurried down narrow alleyways and across long parking lots, covering ground quickly as he looked for a form of transportation. His pace seemed without stop but suddenly he ducked away from the chosen course. Crouching down behind a dumpster and staying still, the only show of movement the white plume of his breath in the cold air and his gaze tracing shadows across the wall. Voices rose distantly and a light bounced across the pavement. Rex backed away slowly but a noise behind them alerted him. He reeled around, cursing at the sight of a zombie within arms length of them.
Voices picked up in volume. He looked back quickly and then swung the zombie against the dumpster with a thud that seemed to scream ’here we are!’- bouncing his crowbar off its face and then running as quick as his feet dared pound the pavement.
Around the corner he continued running and didn’t stop until they had gone for minutes in this manner. He slouched, breaths quick and clipped until he began swallowing down gasps of air instead. Many degrees slower now he slunk towards an abandoned car and slipped his hand through the partially open window, popping the lock and leaning Cassie in. The key wasn’t in the ignition but a bit of searching revealed it to be on the ground near the pedals. He fumbled at fitting it into the slot.
With one more silent sweep of the shop he headed for the door, nudging it open with one foot while bouncing her a little higher onto his back. He peered out onto the main street once more and seeing that was clear hurried out of the building. The zombies stirred but were sluggish in the nightly chill- taking awhile to respond. Too long to have any hope of catching up.
Rex hurried down narrow alleyways and across long parking lots, covering ground quickly as he looked for a form of transportation. His pace seemed without stop but suddenly he ducked away from the chosen course. Crouching down behind a dumpster and staying still, the only show of movement the white plume of his breath in the cold air and his gaze tracing shadows across the wall. Voices rose distantly and a light bounced across the pavement. Rex backed away slowly but a noise behind them alerted him. He reeled around, cursing at the sight of a zombie within arms length of them.
Voices picked up in volume. He looked back quickly and then swung the zombie against the dumpster with a thud that seemed to scream ’here we are!’- bouncing his crowbar off its face and then running as quick as his feet dared pound the pavement.
Around the corner he continued running and didn’t stop until they had gone for minutes in this manner. He slouched, breaths quick and clipped until he began swallowing down gasps of air instead. Many degrees slower now he slunk towards an abandoned car and slipped his hand through the partially open window, popping the lock and leaning Cassie in. The key wasn’t in the ignition but a bit of searching revealed it to be on the ground near the pedals. He fumbled at fitting it into the slot.
Sounds reasonable.
I don't know, I always assumed it varied between people. Maybe 7 to 10 hours?
While he’d worried about waking her in the car- this fever had her in a heavy sleep and he dared to take a small sample of blood. Injecting it into a narrow glass vile and plugging it up tightly to stash with a few other samples in his pack. He left only a small drop in the syringe to place on a square slide and examine at the end of a short metal tube. The bacteria of the infection was visible but it didn’t cling to the existing cells and was instead bouncing between them like a game of pong. He discarded the syringe and slide before sitting back down and opening up a plain notebook to write down these observations. Looking up at the clock he noted a few hours passed.
The room was draped in darkness aside from the digital clock- night had fallen deep and silent. He determined her fever still held with a touch of his hand and heaved a small sigh. The aliens would probably check each exit down the interstate. Perhaps it was a miracle that they hadn’t found them yet. He slumped forward, pinching his eyes shut and breathing deep with no intention to fall asleep- just rest his muscles a moment. More minutes slunk passed. He sat up straighter, alerted by Cassie’s movement,
“Moving won’t help your condition.” But dying would pretty much make any efforts to get better be in vain. “Okay.” He finally uttered, taking out his second bottle for her. “Drink up and then I’ll carry you.” Having passed over the water he stood up and moved the barricade from the doors to peer out into the night. A few zombies stood as faint outlines in the moonlight. Easing the door back into place he returned to Cassie’s side and condensed their bags into one, helping her put in on before crouching down so she could take a good hold of him and he could carry her on his back. “It might be slow but it’s better than being sitting ducks.”
The room was draped in darkness aside from the digital clock- night had fallen deep and silent. He determined her fever still held with a touch of his hand and heaved a small sigh. The aliens would probably check each exit down the interstate. Perhaps it was a miracle that they hadn’t found them yet. He slumped forward, pinching his eyes shut and breathing deep with no intention to fall asleep- just rest his muscles a moment. More minutes slunk passed. He sat up straighter, alerted by Cassie’s movement,
“Moving won’t help your condition.” But dying would pretty much make any efforts to get better be in vain. “Okay.” He finally uttered, taking out his second bottle for her. “Drink up and then I’ll carry you.” Having passed over the water he stood up and moved the barricade from the doors to peer out into the night. A few zombies stood as faint outlines in the moonlight. Easing the door back into place he returned to Cassie’s side and condensed their bags into one, helping her put in on before crouching down so she could take a good hold of him and he could carry her on his back. “It might be slow but it’s better than being sitting ducks.”
A couple hours at the least, a day at the most.
And that was a small post from me.
Rex set the can aside and stepped over the girl to crouch at her other side, touching the back of his hand to her forehead. The skin was hot and clammy and he would hate to be in such skin right now- surely burning up. “You’re sick.” He fished a bottle of water from his pack and dumped a portion of the cool liquid over her head, seeking a reaction before shoving the remainder at her. “You need to stay hydrated. It’ll make you feel better.”
He slurped down a few of the green beans and then stood to his feet- stepping between the dusty racks and slipping on one of the old coats. Then tossed another onto Cassie “and stay warm“. He glanced toward the door wanting to seek more water but given what happened last time he left her by herself he decided then to remain diligent. “Get some rest Cassie. I’ll keep watch.”
He slurped down a few of the green beans and then stood to his feet- stepping between the dusty racks and slipping on one of the old coats. Then tossed another onto Cassie “and stay warm“. He glanced toward the door wanting to seek more water but given what happened last time he left her by herself he decided then to remain diligent. “Get some rest Cassie. I’ll keep watch.”
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