TacoZombie

"It hurts..." I sat down beside her and pulled back the blood-soaked gauze pressed to her forearm. The bite was jagged and deep, and the area surrounding it was inflamed. It looked badly infected. I reached into my bag and produced a bottle of disinfectant and a fresh roll of gauze. "Hang on...this'll sting a little." I poured some disinfectant of a piece of clean cloth and began to clean the wound. "Ah..." She flinched. "Hold still. I'm almost done." I finished wiping her arm clean and began to roll on the gauze. She and I lived out in the wastelands, constantly on the move. Fleeing those creatures that had once been human. For years, n