The Immunity

Ch. 10: Sorry, I'm Straight

When we reached the guy, he was sitting on someone's front steps looking down at his hands in his lap.

Now that I was level-headed and close enough, I looked at him. He was wearing a green plaid button up, blue jeans, and timberland boots. And his face looked tired, stressed. But also like he was on full alert and wasn't naíve.

I cleared my throat. "So, what is it you have to tell us? Also, I could've killed you back there. The whole fake zombie thing isn't very smart when it comes to actual people."

He looked up at me, and looked me right in my eyes. Automatically making me feel smaller, and he began to speak.

"My name is Dred Freto. I've realized that you want to try to be proactive against this disease. I am a member of an organization that also wants to find the problem and eliminate it at its source. If you're interested, -either one of you, you can come with me and back to where we are stationed." Then he simply looked back down at his hands, tracing the lines on his palm with his thumb.

Pulling Blake by his shirt, I walked him over so that we were out of hearing distance. When we had stopped, I looked at him.

"I think this guy's nuts." Simply stating facts.

"I think he's got skill. I mean who would have the guts to risk getting eaten, just to help get rid of them? That's crazy."

"It's not that impressive. I think he's stupid, and we shouldn't trust him." I said, crossing my arms.

He held his ground, though. "He's not stupid Kiara. I think we should go with him. What do we have to lose? And if your right and he turns out to be playing us, we can just ditch him. Come on Kiara."

True. We could ditch him if need be, and if we didn't, he'd be really useful. I hated when he was right.

I rolled my eyes and uncrossed my arms. "Fine, we'll go with him."

Blake smiled a tiny smile. "Great, let's go tell him then."

When we got back to Dred, he was standing up and brushing himself off.

"We're coming with you." I said, making him look up at us.

His face portrayed he was trying to stay neutral, but I could tell he was shocked.

"Well then. Whenever you two are ready." He said, looking between us.

I looked at Blake, and he nodded towards our bags.

"We'll get our things and then we'll be ready to go." I said to Dred, walking away towards my bag on the sidewalk.

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"Are we close yet?" I'd asked for the fourth time.

Blake looked over at me with a face that said, 'Can you just calm down?'

"We're basically there, only a few more blocks to go." Dred told me, turning the corner.

About five minutes later, we stopped in front of a three-story pure white house. It had a Victorian style type architecture and two balconies on the front of the house alone.