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Chapter 3

  I took a closer look at her knee, conflicted by what I saw. There was a hole, oozing blood, relatively small. It looked like a bullet hole, but I couldn't be sure. I cussed slowly under my breath. This complicated things quite a bit. She had lost quite a bit of blood, which wasn't good... I quickly fumbled around, grabbing the peroxide. I winced, and looked at her. She was out cold, but the pain could bring her around, and I didn't want to have to explain her not having pants on.

  I cussed, and held her leg down with one hand, dumping peroxide on her with the other. She immediately bucked on the table, and nearly caught me in the throat with her other leg. She groaned a lot too. I looked around for something to clean the wound with, and cursed at myself for being so stupid. I'd forgotten to bring a towel, or something. I muttered under my breath, and tore a strip of fabric from the bed, and began wiping the wound down with it.

  When I was done, I could see the muscle underneath the skin, and it turned my stomach. God... I hated being squeamish. I grabbed the bandages, and began to wrap them around her knee, leaving them tight enough to do the job, but not too tight to constrict blood flow. I then took the medical tape, and secured the bandage in place.

  I took a look at my work. Not bad, for an amateur. At least the bleeding was stopped. I sighed, and walked out of the room. There wasn't anything else I could do, beyond hope the wound didn't get infected. If it did... There was no way I could fix the problem.

  I sighed, and walked into the bathroom, looking into the mirror, getting my first look at my face. And what I saw shocked me. A figure, freakishly tall, and unhealthily thin, with shoulder length black hair, which was wild and sticky with the salt from the ocean. My face was pale, and I had three scars cutting across my face at a slanted angle. My eyes were a shocking though, almost completely violet, with purple flecked through them.

  I ran my hand over my face, marveling at how young I was. I would have guessed at least my early thirties, but I didn't even look like I was twenty. I frowned, and looked at my clothes. A threadbare T-shirt, ripped and town in many places. My pants weren't much better. The cloth was fragile and torn, showing much beneath my knee, with several tears and holes above the knee. I remembered my injury of last night, and carefully pulled my pants down, getting a shock when I did.

  The cut was healed, completely, with nothing left except a scar. I was confused about the unnatural healing, but what could I do? I had now way of knowing what it was, and no way of solving the problem. There was no point in worrying about it yet. But, when I had time, I WOULD find some answers.

  I stepped out of the bathroom, and collapsed on the couch. I didn't know when I had last ate... But, surprisingly, I wasn't hungry or thirsty. I supposed whatever caused my unnatural healing, it also caused my lack of hunger and thirst. I groaned, and pressed my hands into my face. I then stood up, and began to look around. I paused when I saw the door to the hall, suddenly remembering what was out there.

  I sighed, and went back into the room, checking on Lupa. A bit of color had returned to her skin, and her breathing sounded normal. I went over to her clothes that I had dumped on the ground, and pulled her pistol from it's holster. As I held the gun, I had a sort of... Flash. I saw myself aiming down a gun, and shooting a man. As soon as the flash had struck, it was gone again. I dropped down to one knee, confused by what I had seen, which seemed to be a memory of some sort.

  I stood up shakily, and stepped out of the room, holding the gun. It felt familiar in my hands... Like an extension of my arm. It was light, and a perfect size. I stepped out into the entry hall, and kept the gun aimed at the ceiling. I went to the door, and listened, closely, trying to get a sense of whether or not something was out there.

  I didn't hear anything, so I cautiously flipped the lock, and opened the door, stepping into the hall, looking left and right. To my right, a window gave me an excellent view of the city. To my left, there were drops of blood leading up to my door. I turned left, and walked down the hall, keeping my gun at the ready. As I reached the intersection into the other halls, I heard a noise from my right, and smelled something sour. I quickly rounded the corner, leveling my gun towards where the noise had come from.

  It was there, that I had gotten my first look at a zombie. It was a female figure, wearing clothes with a small tear on on the sleeve. Beyond that, her clothes were in good condition. Her body, however was a different story. Her skin had taken on a yellowish tone, with many chunks of flesh missing, and around half of her face was torn off. The smell, comparable to rancid meat, made me gag, and I nearly dropped the gun.

  While I was distracted, she made a sort of shambling run towards me. I managed to level my gun at her, and fire twice, hitting her in the chest. She fell forward, and hit the ground near me. I dropped the gun, and covered my ears, which were ringing from the noise in the crowded space. I almost lost control of my stomach, which wouldn't have been fun. I turned, and leaned my head against the wall.

  But... What I hadn't known at the time was, you had to destroy the brain to truly kill a zombie. After about ten seconds, I turned around, and I was literally nose to nose with this zombie. I yelped in panic, and shoved her back, her skin giving way underneath my hands, splitting, and coating them in blood. She stumbled back about two steps, but she came at me again, as I tried to find the gun.

  She managed to somehow grab my arm, just as I grabbed the pistol. I turned around and shot her... But not before she managed to gnaw on my arm. As she fell off, I kicked her, and shot her twice more, in the head. I leaned my back against the wall, and looked at my arm, fear and panic taking control  of me...

  * Woot woot! Part three! Man, this is the first story I've started writing that I actually like, and plan on keeping. As always, please, leave some stuff in the comments section, hate mail, suggestions, love letters, jokes, secrets, whatever. I'll do what I can to read them all, and reply to them all. Keep calm, and carry on, my fellow readers.*