"I'd start eating bugs before I'd eat human meat," Nicholas cringed, following after her. "Um...I'd rather lead," he tried to say politely, though it came out a bit harsh. Regardless, he stepped in front of Mattie and decided it was best he didn't show any form of weakness. "You may be one more mouth to feed," he told her, "but you're also one more armed...person. To help kill the infected," he clarified, just in case she didn't understand.

It would only take them about ten or fifteen minutes to get back to the warehouse. In that time, there was a fifty percent chance they might encounter a living dead. Nicholas realized he hadn't brought any reliable weapons along, having left his rifle with his little sister. He glanced at Mattie's crowbar and hoped she hadn't noticed his own lack of a weapon. He was prone to last-minute decisions and disorganization. Preparations weren't his best suit.

"So, if you weren't bitten, what exactly [i]did[/i] happen to your leg? You said it was to avoid being bitten..."