Hollowland

There was no way I could wander around here, bleeding everywhere, and my body definitely didn’t want to. I ached all over.

“Um, I’d like to pass on that for now, if that’s okay,” I said. Harlow looked at me, her expression sagging because she thought it meant she’d have to stay behind too. “You go ahead. You can pick out clothes for me. I’m sure you know my size.”

“Are you sure?” Harlow asked, but she was already brightening.

“Yeah, go ahead,” I nodded.

“I think I’m gonna stay behind too.” Lazlo rubbed the back of his neck.

Bishop wished us well and promised to see us for lunch, and she and Harlow left. As soon as the screen door slammed shut behind them, I moved away from the wall. I put my hand on my hip, covering up the blood, and hobbled over to the couch on the other side of the trailer. It hurt like hell to walk. The pain was getting worse.

“What’s going on? Are you okay?” Lazlo’s face crumpled with concern, and he put his hand on my arm, helping me to the couch, but I pushed him off.

“I need you to get Blue,” I said through gritted teeth as I sat down. The couch had been covered in a material reminiscent to a burlap sack, and I tried to situate myself comfortably on it.

“Blue? Why?” Lazlo asked. For his part, he didn’t flare up with any signs of jealousy like I had kind of expected him to. He just looked worried and confused.

“I just… I need him,” I said lamely. I knew I could trust Lazlo, but I didn’t want to tell him about the bite. I didn’t want anyone to know who didn’t absolutely need to know. “I need a doctor, and Blue’s the only one I trust.”

“What do you need a doctor for?” He tensed up, his dark eyes flashed with fear.

“Just some cuts from the car crash,” I brushed him off. “Just please find Blue.”

“Remy,” he breathed. Something about the way he said my name sent a shot of warmth through me, but I ignored it.

“Please.”

“You’ll be okay while I’m gone?” Lazlo took a step back.

“Yes,” I nodded.

“You sure?”

“Yes! I’m sure!” I lied.

“Okay.” He moved towards the door, then paused. “You know… you look really pretty with your hair down.”

“Laz!” I groaned, leaning my head back on the couch. “Don’t tell me I look pretty when I’m in pain. Go get Blue.”

“Okay. Sorry. But… you do.” He sighed uncertainly and pushed open the door. “I’ll be back as fast I can.”

As soon as he was gone, I pulled up my shirt to look at the bite. Red and swollen, with blood and pus soaking onto my shirt, it did not look good. This would be just my luck. I’m immune to the zombie virus, but a good old fashioned infection kills me.

I got up and limped over to the kitchen. I rummaged through two drawers before I finally found a dishtowel with blue flowers on it. I pressed it against the wound and sat back on the couch.

Lazlo seemed to take forever. It gave me plenty of time to worry about whether or not I made the right choice in not telling anyone about the bite or my zombie immunity. It also gave me lots of time to wonder if Max was even here, and what I planned to do if he wasn’t.

I’d been so certain if I just got to the quarantine, I would find him, but so far, nobody had even heard of him. Maybe this was the wrong place. Or maybe he’d never even made it here.

What if he hadn’t made it here? It didn’t mean that he was dead or even injured. If he wasn’t here, I’d have to leave. I’d have to keep searching for him until I found him. And if I never found him, I’d never stop searching.

– 17 –

Lazlo rushed inside, the screen door slamming shut behind him, and Blue followed a few seconds later. I’d been lying on the couch, but I sat up when they came in. Blue wore blue scrubs and carried a green tackle box with him, and my heart soared at the sight of him. Since I’d thought he was dead for a minute, it felt good knowing he was alive.

“I got him as fast as I could, but he had to get his stuff.” Lazlo sounded out of breath and pointed to the tackle box. It was Blue’s equivalent to a doctor’s bag.

“What’s going on?” Blue set the box down on the table next to me, and his gray eyes searched for signs of trauma.

Lazlo hovered behind him, watching us with intensity. He crossed an arm over his chest as he chewed on his thumbnail.

“Can we have some privacy?” I asked as nicely as I could, and Lazlo stopped biting his nail long enough to look hurt. “Doctor/patient privilege and all that.”

“Remy, it’s just me,” Lazlo brushed his dark hair from his eyes and stared at me.

“I know, but…” I shrugged helplessly.

“Lazlo, why don’t you give us a minute?” Blue asked.

Lazlo sighed loudly, rolled his eyes, and sulked down the hall. When he got back to the bedroom, he slammed the door as loud as a pocket door inside a trailer would allow. Once he was gone, Blue turned back to me.

“What’s going on, Remy?”

“You’re a doctor, so you can’t tell anybody, right?” I asked seriously. “I mean, you have to promise that you won’t tell anyone.”

“I promise. I won’t tell anybody,” Blue furrowed his brow. “What’s wrong?”

“This.” I pulled up my shirt, revealing my wounded hip, and his eyes widened. “I was bitten.”