omar see a path

Our trip then had an unexpected pause, I scratched my neck smiling, amazed by the situation.

<< with a jump we cross it? >> I commented ironic omar. I looked at him, giggling, it was incredible how that boy could find a funny side for everything.

<< skip this destroyed bridge is a bullshit >> I replied then according to his game.

Meanwhile, we approached the plates, I saw what was clearly a helicopter, or what was left! I once realized that they were military. So there were still human resistances? Maybe a camp run by the armed forces or something like that?

<< omar so ... >> I stopped when I felt something pull from my backpack, I flew to the ground and I found myself an infected who tried to lick my face.

<< christ! >> I screamed. My face was in the opposite direction to hers and luckily it was not completely over me. I was able to hold it still, despite its disgusting mouth was too close to me, a damn kiss would have been enough, one ... even of the saliva that would have touched me; nose or eyes, in short, I was really close to the end but I did not want to, I had to survive.

The idea of ​​turning me into one of them disgusted me.