Out of Context

It’s MLK Day, which has nothing to do with today’s random entry

Slow Burn – Book 2: Infected
Bobby Adair

“Square one,” Murphy agreed.

“What about your sister?” I asked.

Murphy’s smile slipped off of his face. “She wasn’t at the house. Now, with the whole neighborhood burned down, my only chance of finding her is to get lucky. She could be anywhere. There’s no point in searching.”

“You need a hug?”

Murphy ignored me and started slipping nine millimeter rounds into a magazine.

I changed the subject. “I think Mandi is immune.”

“Maybe.”

I tilted my head toward the door down to level three. “She’s been down there with all of those infected for days. She would have caught it if she wasn’t.”

“I don’t know anything about any of that. You’re the college boy, so whatever you think.”

“She’s immune, then,” I decided. “That’s goody-gumdrops for her, but also bad. I mean, you and I can walk around among the infected as long as they aren’t too hungry, but not Mandi. She’s lunch unless she stays hidden.”

“Yeah, but the uninfected won’t shoot her, like they will us.”

“Do you really think they’re all that way?”