As I got up from my chair, I spoke, "Kenji... when did that happen?"
"It- It- must have happened when the- fell on me."
'DAMMIT.'
Without a second's hesitation, I rushed to the kitchen and grabbed the first knife I could find.
Looking at the knife in my hand, Kenji stood up, "WAIT WAIT WAIT!! I- I can go out if you want me to!"
"Sit down, I'm not going to kill you."
I continued, "Now listen, if we don't cut that finger off, the infection is going to spread."
"Oh. Oh shit. Do it." He stretched his hand out, looking away. With his finger now firmly in my hand, I replied, "I'll try to do it as fast as possible. There's cotton and alcohol in the kitchen."
Like a saw, the knife cut through his bone. When it was mostly cut, I plucked it off before he could move his hand away.
"FUCKKKK!!", screaming as he held his hand, Kenji rolled on the floor.
I brought the tape, the alcohol, and the cotton while he rolled in misery. Pouring the alcohol on his hand while he was still down, I covered the wound with cotton and taped it down.
Just as this was done, he fainted on the floor. After all the help, the little bitch couldn't even tell me if he had enough food at his flat. Anyway, let's see if my little experiment gives any results.
Putting him in the master bedroom, I gathered the necessary supplies from the room. I put the mattress in the storage of the master bedroom down in the living room, and covered it with a bedsheet. It was enough for now, and I was not in the mood to care about what would happen next.
I had taken enough precautions to ensure that if Kenji did turn into a zombie, I would at least have the ability to take a peek and close the door back. Plus, staying in the living room was advantageous. If I were to stay in the room, it would limit my reach to the kitchen.
I sighed and laid down. It was already 6 pm now. I switched on the fan, turned off the lights and slept. I was done for the day.
I wondered if not getting emotional in this situation was normal. Am I psychopath?
Day 2:
Kenji nudged my shoulder, "Wake up." I gasped and jumped out of bed. As I got on my two feet, I realized Kenji was fine. My experiment was successful. As long as the area of the bite is cut off in time, the infection stops. Which means, it takes time for this disease to travel through immune hosts. Well, can't say much with only one test case.
Letting out a sigh, I walked to the bathroom. I freshened up, and realized, I was now out of underwear. I would have to wear the same underwear until I would find more clothes. Or of course, I could save the underwear for later.
"WHAT KIND OF JOKE IS THIS?!", I screamed.
Kenji knocked on the door. "Is everything- fine in there?"
"Yes, you stuttering bastard.", I replied.
I decided to wear the same clothes, and exited the bathroom feeling a little better.
"Time for breakfast, I suppose."
Looking at Kenji, I spoke, "I making noodles, want some?"
"S- Sure."
About half an hour later, the packet noodles were ready. On second thought, it wasn't such a great idea using the dry resources first. I should stick to fruits and vegetables first.
Dining at the table, as we slurped the noodles, Kenji spoke, "S- So... What about my- my sister?"
I took my time and thought about it for a while. "Hmm." Placing a hand on my chin, I dived into the situation.
If we are to go from 801 to 802, we'll have to do it at a moment when the 803 zombie is away from us. There's no saying when it might pounce on us. Second, Kenji would be a liability. Having Kenji stay here to open and close the door would be better. Third, I'll need a weapon to bash any zombies I come across.
There's a chance the 803 zombie and the 802 mom might leave the area and fall down the staircase, but it's less than likely.
Zoning back in, I replied, "Let's get some weapons."
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Item List:
Weapons: None
Gear: Black Jacket, Magazine taped to Hand, Black Pajamas, White shirt.
Accomplices: Kenji (802)