The Last Alive

Chapter Thirty-One - Wait...What

Chapter Thirty-one

Wait...What Was That Nathan?

"Whenever you're ready," the Taz professed, checking his pistol.

"I am not ready."

"Put the damn gun away," Liz said.

He shrugged his shoulders and walked to the corner of the cell.

"What is his problem?" Meaghan asked.

"I don't know. Perhaps he hates humanity. What's left of it any-way."

"I can hear you." Taz flared his nostrils and narrowed his eyes at me.

"What is your problem?" I asked, standing.

"Calm down, honey." Mom squeezed my hand.

"I'm disassociating myself so it doesn't hurt."

"What?"

"I've lost too many people. This is why I don't make friends."

"Seriously?" I shook my head and sat back down. "Stop being a dick."

"Does it hurt?" she asked.

"It burns a little," I said, glancing down at the bite mark on my arm.

I was puzzled by the way it looked. It wasn't red or infected, it looked like it was healing.

Mom's forehead wrinkled and she narrowed her eyes. "What's wrong with it?"

"I don't know. It-it looks okay," I said running my hand over the wound.

"Is it supposed to look like that?" Dad asked.

"No," Nathan said, kneeling beside me. "Give me your arm. It should be red, pussy, inflamed. This looks like it's already healing."

I held it out to him and my eyes grew wide when he produced a needle.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking some blood and I'm going to dress that wound."

"Why? That's a waste of supplies," Andrew told him.

"Get the fuck out of here!" Liz screamed at him.

"Whoa, what's your problem, chicky?"

"You! Jesus Christ she's not even turned and you're ready to shoot her! How many people have you done that to? I think it may be time to discuss a career change with the police chief."

"What? Why!"

"You are a cruel and heartless man!" Meaghan hollered at him.

He ignored her and looked at Nathan. "If you change your mind you know where to find me."

"Go!" Nathan bellowed.

He turned his attentions to the bite on my arm. He leaned his head down to get a better look at it.

"It looks fine," he said mystified.

"Is that normal?" I asked again.

"No. Not at all."

"So this is good?" I asked.

"I don't know what it is," he responded, putting a bandage over the bite.

Nathan took the vile of blood to the bench where he'd placed a tray of various instruments and a microscope. He smeared a drop of blood on a glass slide and put it under the scope.

"Unbelievable!" he gasped.

"What?" Mom asked.

"Shh." He took a different slide and a vile of dark liquid.