“Oh geez,” I griped. “I’m not going to get sick.”
I pulled out my bang stick from animal control but it saw me and charged. He had me by the throat before I could get set. I didn’t even have time to be scared before Mr. Eye Patch pulled the guy off of me and scrambled the Infected’s brains with a letter opener through the base of the skull.
Giving him the look I thought the comment deserved I told him, “Sure I can. I told you when people get sick … You know you act like you don’t know anything about Infecteds. How long have you been on the street? I mean you act like I’m the know nothing but you don’t exactly seem …"