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soaked the small white towel he had on hand.
       Walt shot me a quick glance and said “Go in the next room and get some more of these.”
       As I went to leave, I noticed that the back of Chris’s shirt was torn and bloodied. It looked like he was bitten and injured in several different places. “Walt, he’s hurt too. His back.”
       Chris waved his hands around and shook his head. “Take care of her first. Don’t worry about me – it’s not that bad.”
       I thought to myself as I walked away – He’s lying. It looks even worse…
       The moment I grabbed up a few of the small towels in the next room, the woman let out a brief but loud scream. I rushed back to see that Walt was pouring alcohol onto the wound and Chris was covering her mouth to keep her quiet.
       Fearing one of those things may have heard her cry out, I ran to the window and spread the blinds. My head jerked back when I saw the face of a woman and the glowing, amber, bloodshot and bulged eyes pressed up against it.
       Within a second, I was on my back with broken glass falling all around me, and my shoulders were pinned to the ground. I reached up, grabbed her by the throat and barely held her head back as she growled and viciously snapped at me – flinging a mixture of spit, blood and pieces of the last person she ate all over my face.
       Just as I felt my arms begin to shake from the strain, and her hot, foul breath washing over me – Chris grabbed her and flung her across the room like a rag-doll. She quickly recovered, lunged at Chris and took him to the ground. The back of his head smacked against the hard tile floor and had him stunned.
       Before I had time to react, she’d bitten into his throat and torn it wide open. His wife started to scream again and then a single shot rang out. The right side of the infected woman’s head burst and sent blood all over the wall. She instantly went limp and collapsed on top of him.
       Walt ran over, pushed her off of Chris with his foot and then started to back away. He was grabbing at his neck, coughing and choking on his own blood. I watched as a large pool of it quickly formed around his head and upper torso… There was no saving him.
       When his wife saw that he was seconds away from death, she only cried harder and screamed louder. I crawled over, covered her mouth and used my other arm to subdue her.
       I whispered in her ear “There’s nothing you can do, I’m sorry. But please, you have to be quiet or more will come.”
       She stopped trying to get away, held on tightly and dug her nails into me – trying her hardest not to make too much noise as she sobbed uncontrollably and struggled to breathe. I looked off to the side and did my best to comfort her as Chris continued to choke and spit up blood every time he released one of the few short breaths he was able to draw in.
       My ears were still ringing from the shot being fired in such a small room... I watched Walt’s lips move, but the sound of his voice didn’t really register. I’m almost certain he said “I’m sorry.”
       He must think it’s his fault for not firing in time… Really, it’s my fault for looking through the window. I should have been more careful…
       We all stayed as we were for what seemed like an entire minute. I tried to think of something to say, but found it to be an impossible task. Walt finally broke free from the trauma induced trance and walked over by the window. “I see about five, but they’re all far away… I don’t get it… They had to have heard the shot.”
       The woman continued to sob and tighten her grip on me. Still at a loss for words, I just kept my arms around her and let her head fall to my chest.
       Walt walked over and leaned down next to us. “Your name is Melanie, right?”
       She was still hyperventilating. It took her a few tries and a good amount of stuttering to answer “Yes.”
       “Melanie, we have to get out of