"What!" I cried swerving off the road and skidding to a halt. Spinning about in my seat, I reached into the back and snatched my friends arm. I pulled his limb to me and closely examined my wound.
Hank was right. He had an open cut on his finger and it was bleeding. The flow of his blood was partially staunched by the thick drool covering it. Dean, who had been fumbling with something behind his seat spun back around. He ripped the top off of a bottle of peroxide and poured the contents over his friends wound, as well as his lap.
"Hey!" Hank yelped trying to pull his hand away. "That hurts!"
I held his hand in place as Dean rubbed the saliva away while rinsing it with the remainder of the peroxide. When the bottle was empty he dropped it to the floor and brought Henry's finger close to his eyes.
"You know, you can't see them without a microscope," Hank said to his concerned friend.
Dean lowered the digit and looked into his
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"Yes I am, Amber. Besides, we need to tell them what happened to Davis and Colson."
Everyone in the car agreed. It was our duty to inform them of the soldiers passing. If we didn't, they might come out in search of their comrades. They might even discover the people hiding at Gateway.
I felt a lump in my stomach at returning to the military compound and it wasn't just the soldiers there. Ned and Kim were also there. Ned, I could deal with, but Kim, I have no words to describe how I felt about her.
But we had to return there at some point. Squeak was there. I couldn't leave her at the mercy of the military, let alone that conniving Kim. I'm sure she'd warp Squeaks mind, twisting it against me. This would be more of a rescue mission than merely reporting the passing of two men.
We backtracked past Gateway and then, out onto the highway. It wasn't going to be the fastest way, but it'd be much safer. Using the infrasound weapon back, there was probably drawing thousands of undead to that very