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Even as shitty as I felt I understood right away she wasn't making this up. People with a bite out of there arm have the right to be believed. I sighed heavily and reach for the shunt surgically grafted to my chest to stop the chemo. Let the shit fall to the floor next best place for it aside from a toxic waste dump.

"Lady my name is Ash Bellgrave. And if what you said is true then Im sorry you don't have long."

Her eyes widen as she looks at her arm the skin already deadening you could see as the pallor of the skin surrounding the bite bleaches out all color. The veins blacken as the virus races to the heart. She has 15 min at most I figure.

"Don't worry between the chemo and Cancer I'll join you soon enough. In the meantime come over and make the most of you last few minutes of life. Fight to the last meet good on your feet not broken."

As she looks at me I can see new resolution take shape in her eyes as she slowly comes to terms with what I said.

She asks " What is it you need help with?"

'Atta girl' I thought. " Were gonna make a weapon to ensure that as many of them die as possible."

She looks around skeptical "What the hell can we make in here?"

A grim smile findes it's way to my face.

"A spear"