Chapter 11

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Modus and Barlon had no more than a split second to react and dodge. They manage to move right when the infected reaches them. Unfortunately, Barlon wasn’t fast enough and was struck. The large slash went across his entire torso. He looks up at Modus as the wound bleeds out.

“Modus…?” Barlon says weakly as he begins to lose consciousness and pass out. Modus looks at him in fear as this happens. When his body hits the ground the infected’s head snaps over. Right as it’s about to attack Modus shouts to get the infecteds attention on him instead of Barlon. He succeeds and quickly gets out of the way as the infected rushes towards him, slashing its arms manically.

Modus rolls and dashes around, every time just barely dodging the infected’s arm slamming into the ground. Luckily for Modus he has time to think about where he’ll dodge next as the infected stabs the ground so hard it must yank it out, which takes time. Whenever it does manage to pull itself out however, Modus has already found a good enough place to dodge.

When Modus manages to get the infected far enough he grabs a large rock and throws it with as much strength as he has. It doesn’t get too far but it’s enough for the infected to notice it more and rush over to it. When it does it attack the rock, attacking every pebble that comes out of it. This gives Modus enough time to rush over to Barlon and pick him up, carrying him around his shoulders. He walks away from the scene slowly with Barlon on his shoulders.

Modus makes as little noise as possible as to not grab attention from the infected. By now the infected has attacked the rock as much as possible and is now prowling around looking for something to be it’s next target, being too far away to hear Modus’ walking.

When Modus gets far enough he looks for a tree to rest at. When he manages to find one he lays Barlon down against it. He lays himself on the tree as well. He breathes heavily, being too exhausted to think about anything else.

“Barlon…?” Modus asks Barlon, receiving nothing but deep breathing as a response. He looks over at Barlon.

“Barlon…?” He repeats, getting up and walking next to Barlon, kneeling down when he gets there. He looks down at him and pulls up his shirt so he can get a better look at the wound. It still bleeding out. Modus stares at it, wondering how Barlon is even alive.

While Modus is busy staring at Barlons wound he notices something strange. The wound seems to be slowly healing itself. Its pretty slow and will obviously take some time but healing itself is still healing itself. Modus looks at the sight in both suprise in fear, but then grows too fatuiged to even care. Modus crawls back to where he originally was and lays back down against the tree, shutting his eyes.

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