Sorry goodie gang :p
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I stare at my hands, my arms being wrapped in white, torn, bandages.
I feel the blood on my hands.
The thick, dark blood of others.
I feel the knife.
The knife I used to slit so many throats of the sickened.
They had to go somehow.
"Yeah?.."
I finally replied to Niney.
"Ok good you're not dead."
Niney sighed, fiddling with her gun.
"Yeah I guess that's something."
I turn back around. Dragging my body down the red car, some of my curly hair getting caught on the broken metal.
"Hey I'm not dead either!"
Liya giggled.
I haven't heard a giggle in a while.
A laugh.
Any form of joy.
I look at Liya, eyes wide.
"What?"
Liya raised her eyebrow.
Cough.
Cough.
"Who was that."
Liya shook, blood feel from her mouth slowly.
It was Liya.
We stare at her.
Nothing we can do.
Do we stay?
And get infected.
Or leave her to die.
And stay 'healthy'.
Liya is slowly dying in front of our eyes.
