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Zac winced when Alex grabbed his arm. The adrenaline was starting to wear off, the pain was creeping up on him. He could see that blood was pouring out to his heartbeat. It was actually kind of cool; painful, but cool.

"Once we get to a safe haven, I'm sure I can treat it better. But for now, I'm just going to have to do the best I can, okay?" She said.

Zac knew that dire situation they were in, so he wan't expecting hospital level care at a drop of a hat. He tried his hardest not to scream out from the pain. He tried not to focus on his cut, but the blood was to mesmerizing. He wasn't losing enough blood to be concerned about dying from blood loss. When Alex started ripping off her shirt Zac's eyes jumped to where she was ripping. He hoped that he would see a little skin. 'Damn it, I'm bleeding like a stuck pig and I want to see some skin from the girl who is patching me up. The hell is wrong me, oh wait I'm a guy.'

When Alex started to clean the wound, Zac watched her with such interest. He was only mildly aware of the wound screaming in pain. His mind was too focused on her. She made the cutest face concentrating on his wound. He lost track of time and before he knew it his wound was all cleaned up.

"Alright Zac, this might hurt, but it will help," She said snapping him back to reality.

He couldn't think straight, his mind was conflicting over the fact that his arm was in extruating pain and the budding interest in the girl who was patching him up. When she was done their gazes met. Zac almost looked away, but that would hint at something that might not be real. When The Sarge said to leave the dead, he saw the look she had for a quick seconds. He nodded to her. He knew this wasn't right but, that was the world today. They would grieve and honor them later.

"Gather your gear and follow me" Sarge barked at the lot of them.

Zac was grateful to Alex at least somebody cared enough to help him out. He wasn't sure he could make it if he was still bleeding. He decided to give her something that ought to make her smile. After he got up with Alex's help, he opened his backpack and stuffed something in his pocket. As The Sarge said something about not firing unless it's a zombie. Zac reached around his back and grabbed Yang. Yang was a standard Colt 1911 but instead of it's traditional silver nickle plating it was a black nickle plating with a white grip. He kept the safety on.

Zac was about to head into the water then Jennifer walked up to them. After she stopped talking Zac was astounded about how selfish she was. After she walked away and he was sure that she couldn't her him he whispered to Alex, "Ever hear that old saying: I don't have to outrun the tiger, I just have to outrun her, and a well placed bullet would make that happen."

As he followed Alex into the drink he reached into his pocket and grabbed the unopened pack of smokes and handed them to his nurse. "Hey, I want you to have these. Of course only half of the pack is yours until we get to safety and you finish patching me up then you can have the rest of them."