Bite Me

Chapter Eight

I work on a few blood splatters as I hear someone coming down the stairs.

"You got stuck with cleaning the floors?" Silas asked.

"No, I offered to do it."

"Need some help?"

"No thanks, I can clean it on my own." I scrub at the floor.

Silas grabs a towel and starts wiping down a blood splatter at the base of the stairs where I killed that zombie.

I frown while still cleaning. "I feel bad for killing him." I admit.

"Why? He can't feel anything. He isn't there anymore." He makes quick swipes at the floor.

"Well what if he is? What if he felt me stab him twice? What if they are in there?" I ramble.

Silas exhales. "Even if they were still in there, they would be relieved to be put out of their misery."

I bite my lip and pause cleaning. "Does this mean I killed someone?" 

There's silence for a while until Silas stands up holding the bloody towel. "No Aurora, you did not kill him. You helped him move on."

I stand as well and face him. "I still put a knife in his face. I still had to stab someone." I drop the towel on the floor.

He analyses me. "I don't know about you, but if I were bitten, I'd want someone to kill me. I'd rather die than have the ability to turn other human beings into the mess of being a zombie. Any decent human being would want that, Aurora."

I blink a few times trying to take that in. He is right, I'd want to die too, but we have no right to decide for them what they'd want.

"Whatever, it's fine." I bend down and grab the towel and scrub at a different part of the floor.

I scrub at the wood flooring. Getting all the crimson red out of it. Making sure it goes back to its burgundy beautiful flooring before we came in here and messed it up. I scrub deep into the wood to get the blood out.

Suddenly my arm is ripped upwards and I flinch. "Jesus Aurora, stop doing that you're hurting yourself."

I look at my hand and I see my fingertips red and sensitive. I must have been digging my nails and fingers into the wood by scrubbing so hard, I don't remember being aggressive, but I do feel the sting starting to set in.

"I didn't realize-" I stopped myself. "Did any blood enter my bloodstream?" I shout.

Silas looks at my hand thoroughly. "No open wounds."

"Oh thank god." I sigh.

"Didn't you hear me calling you?" Silas asks.

"No, I didn't." 

Silas places his hand on the small of my back and picks me up, still holding my hand. "Does it hurt?"

"Um, yeah." I tense as he touches one of my fingers.

He walks me to the couch and sits me down. He walks over to the medical kit and grabs some alcohol swabs and tweezers.

"What are those for?" I ask.

"You have splinters in your hand. It only entered the thin layer of skin so you'll live." He walks back towards me.

I look at my hand and I have 3 splinters. Two in my palm and one in my thumb.

He squats in front of me and lightly brings my hand to his knee. He uses a swab to clean the tweezers and then he goes to take out the splinter in my thumb.