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Mia grimaced as she was forced to kill yet another zombie. yet to her surprise, some of the horde began walking toward a tree. But some stayed behind, their eyes stuck on Mia. She whispered 'sorry' to each zombie she killed.

Drew looked at her, looking warily at her knives, hoping he didn't get struck with one of those things. They looked rather painful, considering she was taking down zombies pretty easily.

Mia finished with the last one that was closest to her and the looked at the man, not really knowing he was human. She raised her hand, about to throw it, but when she saw his eyes, she knew something wasn't right...

Drew looked up at her, trying to think of a way to get away. He slowly shuffled backward, reaching for one of his own hidden knives.

Mia squinted a bit, watching his movements. Once she saw him reaching for something, she felt threatened so she threw one of the knives toward his arm. She didn't want to kill him, but she also couldn't risk herself getting killed.

He hissed in pain, tearing out the knife and clutching the wound, glaring up at her in agony. What was that for?

Mia looked back at him, wondering how he has survived.. Especially in a horde, but it wasn't hard to guess, with the smell and everything that appeared to be on him. She sighed lightly. "I'll help you with that wound if you promise to not make any moves to hurt me." Mia looked at him while thinking about how her kindness would be the thing that kills her.

He nodded, returning his weapons, not removing his eyes off her, wary of her other weapons.

Mia glanced at him, a bit of pity in her eyes. But despite her instinct to not turn around, she did it anyways. She turned around and quickly put a code into a small key pad Whilst making sure he couldn't see. she then looked at him as the doors slid open. "get inside before they see you." Mia instructed as the zombies aimlessly roamed, seemingly forgetting about the two survivors.

He did so, hurrying in and looking warily at the zombies. Once inside, he looked around, eyes wide. Even in just this entry, he could already tell how high tech this was compared to anything he had seen.

The man turned to still keep an eye on Mia. Yes, she was another survivor, but how would he know whether to trust her or not. She had weapons, and she seemed ready to kill him as soon as possible.

Mia glanced at him, then she sighed lightly. “You’re the migrating zombie.” She muttered disappointedly. She made a hand gesture for him to follow her and she began walking to the medical room. She knew helping the wound would be easy, but under all the grime and blood, she wondered if there were worse injuries... maybe bites....?

He narrowed his eyes. Zombies don't migrate. And how would she know he had switched hordes? Maybe his horde had just run into trouble. But still, he followed, glad to at least be able to walk more or less nervously again, although he still retained a zombie-like shuffle from force of habit.

Mia arrived at the medical room. The room looked very similar to a hospital room, but this room had better technology... Just some of it didn’t work, only because the emergency system can’t regenerate everything. Mia grabbed some supplies to help the knife wound. She put different plastic gloves on, after removing the others.

Drew flinched, sitting down, his hand still over the bleeding wound. Oh, there was no way that was a normal blade. Then again, the rest of this place is so advanced, he wouldn't be surprised if the weaponry was as well.

Mia glanced at him, not sure if she should kick him out after she helped him. She bit her bottom lip, still thinking as she put peroxide on a small cloth. She was good at multi-tasking, which was handy now. “This is gonna sting.” Mia said as she put the cloth on his wound without hesitation.

He stiffened in pain, but kept his lips closed tightly, narrowing his eyes. It did sting, it stung pretty bad. But he refused to call out in his agony, merely staring at the wall. But he'd sit through it. All he had to focus on was not letting her see the wound he had on his ribs, the bite that he knew was infected yet...it was not taking hold. It was a mutation, he knew that already. The zombie who had given it to him was different, strange. It was dead now, at least. It bit him just as he managed to behead it.

Mia made sure to clean it well, as she didn’t want it to get infected.. She sighed lightly as she grabbed a test tube with a blue liquid inside of it. Mia pour some of it on a separate piece of cloth and put it over the wound. “Hold that there... please.” She told him.

He nodded, looking at the blue liquid. How interesting. Was it merely a disinfectant? Or was it an early version of a cure?

He hoped desperately for the latter. A cure was necessary in these troubled times when zombies were everywhere one looked.

Mia turned and grabbed her knives again. She set them in a small sink and began rinsing them off, and pouring a little of the peroxide on them. She then let the knives sit in the peroxide as she turned her attention back to the man. “Have you been bitten?” Mia asked, just as a precaution.

Knowing that telling the truth could lead to his death, his shook his head, although his side ached. No, he certainly had not been bitten. What was she talking about? Nothing wrong here, Drew was perfectly healthy indeed!