Zombie Apocalypse

Drake: listen I'll try to help you out but if he is infected I'm killing him...

"Nah, I doubt he is. He doesn't really show any signs of it. Though he is kind of sickly. But it's mostly because he refuses to drink water. He's quite dehydrated,but he's mostly fine besides that."

Drake: I'm still going to check.

(( >:/ Don't make me kill drake off so quickly. ))
"Um... Could you pull into the parking lot then? He's kind of heavy and I wouldn't want to drag him all the way over here just so you shoot him if he looks a little funny."

Drake: fine...

((He isn't stupid... He wouldn't just let some guy into his vehicle that looks sick without checking...))

(( Well, just tie him up and put him on the floor so if he is dying and comes back as the undead, he can't do anything. And put a muzzle on him.))
The man leads Drake to a best buy. His friend lies down on a seat in front of a tv playing "friends".

Drake: *goes over to him he checks for a bit but he is unwounded.* ok... *picks up the limp "unconscious" guy... Carries him back towards the truck*

"Thanks."
The man watches drake take away his friend.

Rachel watches suspiciously. She glances at Missy

Drake: you coming?

Missy: *looks nervous*

Rachel puts her hand on her shoulder. " I won't let them touch you."

"No, I have my own journey. I'm going to the shore to go to an island without zombies."

Drake: well good luck... *gets him into the truck*

Missy: *shifts to the far end of the truck away from the man and pulls Rachel with her*

Rachel keeps herself between the man and Missy.

Missy: *stays close to Rachel*

Drake: *starts the truck*

The unconscious person's eyes open, he slowly gets up off his back and scans his surroundings.

Rachel stiffens when she sees him wake.

Missy: *silently pulls the switchblade... And shifts slowly away from the man, again pulling Rachel with her*

He cocks his head to the side. This is not where he was earlier. He could have sworn he was in a big blue building with orange smelling meat who talked about floaty things. Orange smelling meat was nice. He didn't try and stab him with the shiny things.

Missy: *shifts the blade in her hand and glares at the man who doesn't look quite right*

Drake: *driving*

(( I'll be writing as the zombie in a different style. 2nd person I believe.))
You turn your head to the small meat. You raise up your hand and wave your hand side to side much like you have seen other meats do when first seeing each other.

Missy: *glares at him and moves over to sit beside Rachel... She holds the switchblade so he can see it...* don't even think of trying to touch either of us..

You look confused at her words. Mostly because you don't understand why she is holding the shiny at you.

Rachel watches him. "Who are you?"

You hear the taller meat beside the small meat. You don't know how to respond to her, so you stay silent.