[center][h1][color=DodgerBlue]Ciel[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center] Location - Back of the truck, heading towards Newnan [/center][hr]

Ciel flinched, gasping sharply as the truck came screeching to sudden halt. The woman with the bitten shoulder steadied him just in time for him to see the woman on the motorcycle go flying over the car and hit the ground with a sickening crack. She was dead, no doubt. Ciel turned pale, his eyes widening, but there was no point in grieving a stranger. Besides, next to him in the truck a blanket had been pulled over the man with the impaled leg. She wasn't the first to die. Hopefully, however, she would be the last. 

The bitten woman then went to getting Ciel on IV. The fluid entering his bloodstream increased his level of alertness, but unfortunately did little to ease the pain in his abdomen and throat. However, staying hydrated would greatly increase his chances of surviving this trip. He kept looking around at the others in the truck, seeing that only one had died so far. The man with only one leg and the boy whose leg was broken still seemed to be alive. If anything, Ciel was more bored than scared now. Seeing the last two fatalities reminded him that he'd been on the brink of death for almost three years now, and had gotten surprisingly stoic about it. He didn't want to die, by any means, but there was no use in complaining. 

He sat up straighter, looking out over the side of the truck. Why had they stopped? They couldn't have reached their destination already. They were still on the road. Worry began to set back into his system, but he quickly forced it down. He intended to survive, and getting frightened wouldn't do him any good in that regard. He silently continued to watch, hoping that the bitten woman was still a long ways off from turning. The last thing they needed was a walker in the truck. He'd die for sure if that happened.