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Immunity (Part 2)

3,175 words. Wrote it in a single day. What's wrong with me.

Warnings: Death, blood, swearing

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Boyfriend's POV:

And we were off! I lead Pico to the last place I was with Girlfriend: in a restaurant. Actually the last time I saw Girlfriend was outside the place, when I was trying to fight her off. But now she wasn't outside, so we figured she might have went back inside.

Pico went in first with his gun, just in case any infected (including Girlfriend) were in there. We walked around and climbed over knocked over tables and chairs. Huge, neon pink claw marks could be seen tearing through advertisement posters and digging into the brick wall. Smudged black marks were all over the floor.

"Damn," Pico whispered. "These guys show no mercy."

"Tell me about it," I whispered back. We jumped at the sound of an object clanking to the floor. It seemed to come from the kitchen. Slowly, we made our way there, the smell of chicken and cheese filling my nose. Once we walked in, Pico pointed his gun in front of him, looking around. I still stayed behind him.

Our ears picked up quiet crying. "Pico . . . it sounds like a girl. Could it be...?"

I saw him shake his head. "It's not."

"How do you know?"

"Guarantee you, Girlfriend wouldn't stay in a kitchen all day, even if she's corrupted. She's either lookin' for you or causing chaos. Right?"

"Yeah, you're right," I agreed.

"We don't know if the girl is corrupted or not, so let's be careful."

"Okay."

We followed the cries. Oh and the kitchen was a mess! Food was thrown everywhere, sauce was just sticking to the ceiling. We had to step over a bunch of pots and pans. The sound lead us to the other side of the kitchen, which was separated by stoves. Same mess as the other side, but there were boxes everywhere. From a supply room in the left corner.

The crying stopped, but I could tell where it was coming from. I tapped Pico's shoulder to get his attention and pointed to a bottom kitchen cabinet. He walked to it and knocked on one of the doors. We heard a small gasp.

"N-No, I don't have any food for you! Leave me alone!" the girl shouted. She sounded young, teenager-wise.

Pico spoke with the same tone he used for me when I was crying. "Relax, we're not corrupted. We're just looking for a person named Girlfriend." After a short pause, the girl sniffled and spoke again, but at a quiet volume.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. You can come out right now, and we won't kill you."

"U-Um, okay . . . . " The girl slowly opened the cabinet doors; she looked a little cramped in there. We backed up as she climbed out of the cabinet and stood up, sighing shakily and wiping her tears.

Her skin looked like a light caramel, and her short, wavy black hair looked disheveled. She seemed just a little shorter than Girlfriend. I felt bad for her since she probably had to see a bunch of creepy monsters. She looked at Pico, then me.

"Hi!" I said with a smile. "See? We're friendly. Well Pico's . . . eh." Pico punched my shoulder. "Ow."

"I can be friendly if I want to, idiot," he grumbled.