Immunity

9

My grip on the handle of the baseball bat loosens, and I feel it drop to the floor.

My mind feels like its flying out of my ears. I feel really hot all of a sudden and I begin to feel wobbly.

Oh crap.

"Well...." I force out, "I...

Hugo starts laughing. Really loudly. And I think it might be at me.

"It was a trick question! You dont have to think so hard about it! Of coarse there isnt!" He says through fits of laughter.

I feel every feeling I just had rush back to me. I feel my face flush in embarrassment, and the bottom of my eyes become warm and wet.

I bend down qucikly to pick my baseball bat up, but more to hide my teary eyes.

It was just so close.

I was so close to spilling the beans. To apologizing. To probably being killed.

" I mean," He continues, "If there really was, dont you think someone would have figured out a cure from their blood or something?"

Those words float around in my head for a long time. My blood.

Now, I was wondering less and less about why I havent died yet. Maybe I was really immune.

"How did you guys survive so long then?" I ask. I'm really keen to here this answer. Since you could become infected by either breathing F911 in, or being bitten, you couldnt really run from it. You cant run from something born in the air.

He thinks, rubbing the back of his head. "Luck is the only real explanation I can give you," He mumbles.

I nod, and feel something sink inside me. What if I am the only one? The only one that cant change?

It took awhile for hime to find a question, considering he wouldnt ask anything about my background. I mean he didnt even know my name.

" I cant think," He says

"You cant when theres nothing to think about," I say,

Theres silence for a little bit. I wonder if he's considering asking for my name.

"Lets move onto the next room," He says

The girl's room. The candy pink walls, the soft creamy bed covers and the dusty little lantern lights that wrapped around the black bed head.

This room was different from the boy's. It was sound, neat and tidy. No signs of last minute panic that the boys room had shown.

It wasnt that hard to figure out that the girl had died before everyone got out of the house.

I sigh and walk over to the bed side table and begin to search through it.

"Tell me more about the kids," I say softly.

The rustling noises that Hugo makes behind me briefly stop, but continue shortly after.

"Like what?"

"Where did you find them? What is their history like?"

He exhales loudly. I wonder if maybe we should end the twenty questions.

"Ria was the first person I found. I was hiding in a house from infected, and they were so close to getting me. They had me in a corner, then she snuck out from her little hiding place and blew their frickin' brains out! That was great. She lived in a quiet suburb in Sydney. I think her Dad was in the Army or something? Maybe he was a cop... or just a lunatic with all those guns he had lying around."