Still Not Bitten

Ah, the stitching scene--

That's gonna be fun to write °w°

Honestly though, I wish there was an option to not steal and just wait. But, she was right, that infection could have become much worse and kill her

I think she was planning on fixing herself up and then running away o3o

Which makes sense

ALSO I FORGOT TO MENTION I LOVE LUKEEEEEE

... Anyway, onto the chapter owo

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"Don't you tell me that! Not with what fucking happened!"

"Would someone mind telling me what the fuck is going on?"

"Now, hold on, Rebecca--"

"We got this, don't worry."

"Like hell you do. Did anyone even think to ask where she came from?! For all we know, she could be working with Carver!"

(Y/N) slowly opens her eyes, squinting against the harsh sunlight as a group of people stand over her, their muffled voices causing her head to spin as they argue. The ringing in her ears begin to clear, helping her hear better as their words start to clear.

"She already told us that she and her friends were attacked, then she was bitten by a dog," Pete defends (Y/N), crossing his arms over his chest.

"What?" Rebecca angrily laughs. "And you just believed her? You should've put her out of her misery right there. Dog bite my ass!" 

(Y/N)'s eyes widen at the sight of a rifle aimed at her, her heart sinking as her fight or flight instantly kicks in. She twists around, gasping as she staggers to her feet and takes off in a run.

"Hey!"

She lets out a startled scream when she feels the breeze of a bullet whizzing past her, her eyes wide as she slows to a stop and turns around, her body trembling as she slowly raises her hands in surrender.

Pete scowls at Nick, snatching the rifle away and shoving Nick. "You're lucky my nephew can't shoot for shit."

The door to the cabin slams open, Luke running out with a heavily concerned expression. "Whoa, whoa! What the fuck?!"

"You idiot!" Rebecca snarls, shaking her head. "Every lurker for five miles probably heard that!"

Nick scoffs, "You're the one tellin' me to fucking shoot her!"

Alvin moves to his wife's side, arms raised and moving in a 'calm down' motion. "Everyone just calm down for a second!"

Luke rushes down the stairs, walking over and shoving past Nick. "(Y/N), you okay...?"

"She tried to run, man!" Nick hisses, glaring at (Y/N).

Luke scowls, turning back to Nick with a scoff. "Well, Nick, can you really fucking blame her?"  His gaze softens as he turns to (Y/N), voice softening to a gentle one. "We got a doctor right here, okay? He'll have a look."

He turns back to the group, glaring disapprovingly. "Now, what the hell is wrong with you people?! Okay, she's just scared!"

Rebecca scowls at this, "We're all scared, Luke. Don't act like we're the one's being irrational cause we don't buy this bullshit story."

"No way she survived out here on her own!" Nick agrees, his lip curled up in anger. "Why are we even arguing about this?!"

Carlos walks past the group, rolling up his flannel sleeves. "Let me take a look."