MZ-13

Ep. 2

Nothing. Maybe someone just knocked on the wrong door, even if it sounded like a really weird knock. I was just about to shut it when something suddenly stuck through the gap.

"Breached!" I screamed and stabbed the hand. That was way too pale to be a human's. It thrashed around. I quickly moved away. I can't get scratched by a zombie. "BREACHED!" I scream again, blindly looking for my whistle in the dark. I should turn my lights on.

Keep the zombie's attention here.

I tripped over a notebook on the floor and narrowly missed stabbing myself with my own knife. My cheek stung. Fuck. I frantically wiped the blood off my cheek. I'm fine, right? It's fine.

Someone hissed a "Be quiet Del," voice quickly getting closer. I didn't hear the footsteps though. That's- that's B2. The tension in my muscles dissipate a bit in relief.

Crack.

There's a thud, this time on the ground, then panicked knocking.

"G13! G13 it's me, are you okay?"

I get up and unlock the door, pull B2 in, and quickly shut it behind him, my hands slammed against the door, with him in between me and it.

"You won't believe what just happened."

"It's probably more believable than this." He backed away until he was pressed against the door.

"..oh." I let go and scramble away, kicking away the notebook. "Ok. Anyway. The thing."

"Yes, the thing being?"

"I stabbed the zombie's hand and then went away to look for my whistle and then while I was trying to turn on the lights I tripped over a notebook and then cut myself with the bloody knife and now I don't know what to do there's no way I'm immune but the cut's deep enough for me to get infected but I don't wanna-"

"G13." B2 looked straight into my eyes, a sure firmness in his own. "You're not gonna die."

"They're going to kill me!" I wailed. My heart was beating so hard it shook my vision. "The moment B1 finds out-"

"He's not going to find out."

"It's on my cheek-?! How is he not?!"

"We'll make an excuse. It could be as simple as you went out to the garden and got scratched by a tree branch. You're short enough for the lowest branch there to be at cheek level anyway." He joked in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"Right- right. Right."

"You're going to be fine."

"Yep. Fine."

"The longest someone can take to turn is a week, if you get past that, you're ok." B2 reasoned. His hand somehow ended up on my shoulder, squeezing comfortingly.

A few seconds of silence were shared between us. I felt like my lungs were too tight each time I took in a breath, but B2 looked as calm as ever, save for his brows creased in thought.

"What if I turn all of a sudden and put everyone in danger?" I finally spoke.

"Just stick with me, if you turn, I'll deal with it."

"How- how will you deal with it-" I take a step back. He lets go of my shoulder and lets his hand fall to his side.

"It all depends on the situation, but I won't kill you."

"Unless you have to." I mumbled. He opened his mouth to protest but footsteps sounded from afar, he visibly changed his mind and said something else.

"You go out to the garden, looks like we ran out of time. Through the window. I'll drag the body off as if I just came upon the zombie while going to visit you and killed it. I'll come find you after I deal with the problem."