Infection

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I wake up in a strange room. The walls are covered in pictures of another family who probably had a tragic end. I sit up slowly and wince at the pain in my neck, remembering the night before.

"I kissed him.."

"Yep, you sure did."

I yelp in surprise and look around, finding Beau standing in the corner. He laughs and hands me a Dead Kennedy's shirt.

"This is mine but you can wear it, there's an anarchy vest hanging up in the bathroom. It's about your size," He shrugs and heads out of the room.

I look down at the shirt in my hands compared to my bloody one. I can't help it, I bring it up to my face and inhale sharply. Old Spice. How does he even get his shirts to stay nice in the zombie apocalypse? I giggle and tug my shirt off, replacing it with the clean one. Beau's shirt is pretty big on me and almost goes down to my knees. My pants are caked with dried blood. I stand up and look in one of the closets coming up empty handed, nothing but men's clothing. All of it's punk though.

"Wait a second," I glance around at some of the pictures, I recognize Beau in one of them.

"Hey this is your house," I say quietly.

I turn round and head out the door, almost walking straight into Beau.

"Hey there Katie."

"Is there any pants?"

He smirks, "Sure hold on."

I stand there as he vanishes around a corner. He appears a minute later carrying the vest he was talking about earlier and a pair of ripped up skinny jeans, "These seem about your style."

I take them from him and head back into the room, changing quickly and slipping into the vest.

Beau, was right. It seemed to fit me just perfectly. With one last look in the mirror, I unlock the bathroom door and head out.

I find Beau sitting at the top of the stairs, "Hey, where'd you get such a small jacket," I gesture to the vest around my shoulders, "This would never fit you."

Beau kinda shrugs and says, "Eh, I accidentally left it in the dryer too long."

I wanted to believe him, but something just seemed off.

"You sure? It would've been in the dryer for a long time to shrink that much," I raise one eyebrow.

"Just an ex girlfriend's, don't worry, she's more than likely dead."

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