“This bat is a dream,” Erik says as he clobbers another infected. The thin, pale man falls to the ground.
“It’s not dead,” Jean Claude responds as they walk past.
“They don’t need to be dead,” Erik replied, “Just out of the way.”
“So Rebecca,” Erik looked down at the young lady walking beside him. “What happened? It looked to me like your mother was infected before you all walked into this place. The incubation period of usually a couple days.”
“That’s not to say your experience wasn’t terrifying. I can understand that you are no longer talking to anyone. I just need to know.”
Rebecca continued walking. Stepping a little faster as she stared forward. Erik watched as she stepped away from the group then stopped behind a Volkswagen with grass growing from the partially opened doors.
“We should give her a moment,” Jean Claude said while stopping Erik with his large hand.
“You look familiar to me,” he said.
“I have that kind of face.”
“No..no..,” Jean Claude continued. “You are familiar.”
“Why, do you want to send a post card to your family back home,” Erik shot. His eyes fierce.
“I mean you now harm, brother. Just trying to place your face.” Jean Claude tried to assure Erik as he stepped away from him.
“You can stop trying to place anything. I’m sure I am who you think I am. Erik, the Terrible. The man they blasted on the news for starting the infection. Which, by the way, was not what I did. I did not start it. I did not stop it.. or I couldn’t. It had gone way to far before I was able to activate any of the protocols.”
Erik walked away from Jean Claude and stepped up to Rebecca. Rebecca turned, fire in her eyes, and thrust a small metal barb into his thigh.
Erik stepped back. Rebecca swung and missed with her small fist. Erik walked backward and sat upon the hood of a car. He held his hands against the metal barb, waiting for the pain to subside before he pulled it out. Rebecca stepped toward him. Attempted to swing but Jean Claude stopped her.
“Hey, hay.. stop now. We have a long way to go. This man, as much as you hate him, is helping us. Can we stop this.”
“Can we?” Rebecca shot back. “My father is dead, my mother is dead and so is my grandfather. He did this!”
“I did not,” Erik replied as he pulled the barb from his thigh.
Rebecca thrust herself at Erik. Erik held her at bay with longer arms till Jean Claude lifted her from the ground. “No… no love. Please stop.”
Rebecca fought back. Landed an elbow just below the tall, Haitian man’s rib cage.
Jean coughed and let her go. Erik pulled the barb from his leg and held the wound.
“Rebecca, don’t go,” Erik pleaded as he watched her leave. “I lost my wife and daughter. Please don’t. I do not want another child on my mind everyday.”