Decimation | Aarmau AU

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I yelped, forgetting quickly that walkers could be around.

I twisted my body to see who said that and saw a man. He was tall, but it was too dark to see anything else. He was just a silhouette.

"Were you bitten?"

My mouth opened to reply when a noise startled me. I spun to the ruckus behind me and saw the shapes of maybe 2-3 people in the dark there too.

The air seemed to warm and my breathing quickened.

"You're not cannibals are you?" I asked in a sudden panic.

The man I originally spoke to came further out of the dark, and I could see slight outlines of his face. He seemed confused as to why I would ask that, but quickly shook it off.

"Were. You. Bitten?"

There was a click of the gun, telling me if I gave an answer they didn't like I would be put down. "No! Of course I wasn't! Believe me, if I got infected I would rather put a bullet in my head." I answered truthfully.

He sighed, his shoulders sagging in relaxation slightly. "Where are you heading to?"

I thought for a second, trying to remember where this train went but my mind couldn't form a clear picture. "No clue. . . Just as long as it wasn't that city, I'm good."

He nodded to someone, and the gun clicked again, unarmed.

A few other lights turned on, and five people appeared.

The man had black hair and eyes, and nearby was another man with black hair, but blue eyes.  Separately, was a woman with blue hair and eyes, and a woman with pink hair and yellow eyes.

On the other side of the car were two men as well — one with white hair and green eyes, and a blonde with turquoise eyes.

The girl with pink hair caught my attention first. She was sitting on the train car's floor and leaning against a crate. The blunette was at her side, trying to help fix a wound in her arm by keeping pressure on.

"What happened?"

The blunette had looked at me, then returned to her work but glanced up again at my question. "Walker tried to grab her when we were driving an old pickup. It's just a scratch, so no infection."

"How long ago?"

"About a day -"

"A day?" I looked at her aghast. Everyone looked at me funny, but I ignored them and focused on the issue at hand. "That's too long having an open wound without cleaning it out and stitching it — especially with the virus and dirt."

Yellow eyes looked at me in worry, and I regretted saying that. Unless. . .

"Do you have any medical thread?"

She shook her head, and everyone searched each other's faces for answers but came up empty.

"Help me search the crates, if we can find some I can stitch up her wound," I stated, standing up and moving to the nearest wooden box.

It didn't take long for them to help. A few crates were already open — most were raided before they were here, but a lot of stuff was just the same thing over and over again.

"Nothing?" I glanced around, and only got sad looks. Pink hair started crying a bit. "Let's check the other cars."

The men exchanged looks of distrust, and so did the blunette. Sighing, I told them half could join me, and I wouldn't try anything.

"Take off your weapons too."

I looked at the floor. "Last time I limited myself, I almost got myself and others killed because I had no protection. I'm keeping my weapons, but I don't think it should matter — " I looked up, "— I'm a terrible shot and you'd hear at least three gunshots before I actually made a hit."