Infection

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We drive for about three more hours and finally come to a stop in front of a run down gas station. Beau turns the headlights off so that any infected nearby aren't drawn to us. Also for stealth.

"Don't get out yet," Beau whispers.

I scowl, "No shit Sherlock."

After about ten minutes of sitting in silence I grow antsy and start reloading my Glock. I grab my sword too and open the door of the truck. Beau doesn't object, just silently creeps up beside me with his rusty baseball bat.

I walk along the side of the truck and signal for Beau to sit tight. Quickly, I dart to the front of the small shop and duck behind a trashcan. When I'm sure its all clear, I wave at Beau, and he does the same. I crawl over to the front door and ring the bell at the top.

There's a crash and three infected stumble out of the open door, sniffing around until theres eyes lock on me and Beau.

I jump into action and pull my sword out of its sheath. Raising it over my head, I swing as hard as I can and chop off the first infected's arm. I slice my sword in a downward arc and it's other arm fly's off and hits the second infected in the head, knocking it down. Beau leaps forward, swinging his bat.

Before I see what happens, the armless infected hobbles in my direction. With little effort, I twitch my arm out with my sword and its head plops off. It lands on the sidewalk with a splat.

I jump back as the third one reaches for one of my arms with a snarl.

"Not today Satan," I say with a flick of my wrist and the infected goes down. 

Blueish black blood drips off the tip of my sword and I wipe it on the dead zombies shirt. I turn around and Beau is standing over the second infected, bat slimy with blood and his face is spattered with it too.

"Come on, I think that's all of them," I shove him lightly in the direction of the open shop door.

He goes to brush hair out of his face and accidentally wipes a smear or black blood across his forehead. I step forward and brush my sleeve across his forehead, staring up at him with unease, "Come on, you're doing good so far."

Just as I'm about to turn around and head in without him, he grabs my arm. I look at his face and try to read his emotions. He reveals them to me by taking my hands and wrapping them around his waist.

For a brief moment I think he's going to kiss me and I close my eyes. Instead, I feel his sleeve brush against my cheek and when I open my eyes his face is inches from mine.

"You had blood, on your cheek," He explains in a soft voice, "Something so pretty shouldn't be tainted with that shit on there face."

I blush, "Oh."

He pulls away and holds the door open for me. 

"Ladies first."