"Quinn! Look out!"
I twisted out of the way of the third infected who had lunged at me without me knowing. I tried to knock it down but only weakly connected my bat with it's chest- nowhere near enough to kill it. However, it bought me enough time to prepare a stronger strike- I took a step forward, held the bat behind my head and swung round; fully slamming into it's skull, cracking in open. It dropped dead, falling down on the sidewalk.
Forgetting about the final infected, I leant up against a car to rest. Shortly, I heard a shout of "Look out!" From Jaymee.
I looked to my left to look at her, just in time to see a knife sail through the air and strike the Wanderer (which had managed to get up) square in the forehead.
I looked over at Jaymee to see her stood with a knife belt on- all but one holster was home to a knife of varying size. Tears were slowly rolling down her cheeks as she stared at myself and the three Wanderers. I must have looked a mess, I could tell that I had blood on me but I found myself completely dry eyed.
I wanted to cry, I wanted to be upset . . . but I wasn't. I wanted to feel regret or anger . . . or anything . . . but I didn't. I was numb. I found myself feeling no remorse whereas before, I would have gotten upset or something. But I didn't.
That scared me more than anything so far.
The infection doesn't just affect the dead, it has a huge effect on everyone. No matter what you were like before the infection, you could be the nicest guy in the world but I guarantee you- your personality changed. I'm no exception.