Zombie Apocalypse

Drake: *starts digging around for some medicine in one of the piles* I don't know really... But I don't trust the kid either... So it doesn't really matter... I might as well help where I can..

Rachel looks at Missy and shrugs. "Do what you can. I think I'll search through that store over there. I'm taking Missy with me." She walks to the Dollar Store, holding Missy's hand.

You watch them leave the new meat. You slide out of the large black riding beast and turn to The new meat.

Drake: ok so you can't talk?

You shake your head for yes, and take a small, awkward step forward.

Drake: *grabs a needle from a kit... He taps the syringe to get any air out* ok this should help your immune system...

You look as if you understand what he is talking about, while taking another step closer.

Drake: ok hold out your arm... *holds the needle at ready*

You raise up your meat grabber and flesh scraper extender, while wonder why he has a thin shiny, you mean, knife as you have been told recently by small meat.

Drake: ok I'm going to poke you with this needle now... It may hurt a little...

Needle? So not all shinies are knives? You start thinking about this life changing revelation as he sticks the needle in your arm.

Drake: *sticks the needle in and injects the solution*

((What would that do to a zombie?))

When the needle is taken out, the solution leaks out of the wound. You look at your arm and hiss, now noticing that he has stabbed you with his shiny, you mean needle. You look at him with a look of pure hatred.

((XD oh my word, i love this litch!))

Drake: that shouldn't happen... *looks confused* sorry... Normally it doesn't bother people too much... Don't worry it won't hurt for long tho... *gets a piece of cloth to dab it on the wound and stop any bleeding that might start*

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