I raised my axe and aimed for the rotter, but he surprisingly stopped in his tracks once he was in front of me.
His head stopped twitching as he watched me. He bumped into my shoulder and stumbled past me. I slowly followed the zombie, and while he wasn't looking at me, I slammed my axe into his skull.
His body dropped to the ground and I let out a heavy sigh.
What the hell just happened? Why didn't he attack me?
I ran upstairs and bumped into Cooper.
"Watch it." He said while holding a laptop to his chest.
"Charger?" I asked him and he dangled the laptop charger in front of me. "Then let's get the hell out of here," I told him and he frowned down at the bloody axe in my hand.
"What happened?" He curiously wanted to know as we made our way downstairs.
"A rotter came storming at me in the hallway," I uttered as we left the house. "But it was weird-"
"What do you mean weird?"
"It didn't attack me. I stood face to face with a rotter- and it didn't attack me." I told Cooper in disbelief.
"Wait, for real?" He asked in shock.
"Yeah, it walked right past me and into the wall," I told Cooper.
"Holy shit, it must be because you're immune to the virus right?" He asked me and I nodded at him.
"I think so. I mean do you remember how DeAndre said that viruses mutate when exposed to new conditions? I mean, we studied this in biology; I should've known." I told Cooper as we walked over to our car and he frowned at me.
"Should've known what?" He asked me.
"Well, my theory is that the virus failed to infect me like it would a normal host. Now it lingers in my system, altering itself to survive in a host that doesn't turn." I stated before climbing into the car.
"Okay and?" Cooper asked as he settled in behind the steering wheel. He started the car and slowly drove down the street.
"Well, think about it: instead of outright killing me, the virus changed its strategy, becoming symbiotic rather than destructive. Creating something called a "Carrier" strain." I told him and he just slowly nodded at me.
"Right," he slowly uttered.
"I carry a mutated strain of the NecroVirus in me, so, practically I'm invisible to the infected," I uttered in disbelief.
"Holy shit," Cooper uttered while smiling in disbelief.
"Do you think- we should- test my theory?" I asked him and he shot me a devilish smile.
"Hell yeah!" He told me and I excitedly rubbed my hands together. Cooper slacked past four rotters walking down the road.
"Stop the car," I told him and he pulled off on the side of the road. "Stay inside the car, okay?" I asked him and he nodded at me.
"I'll cover you." He uttered before rolling down his window and aiming at the rotters behind us. "And please try not to die." He nervously told me and I nodded at him before jumping out of the car.
I grabbed my axe before walking up to the rotters. They froze in their steps as soon as they saw me.
"See?" I yelled back at Cooper.
"Yeah, now get your ass back over here!" He yelled at me.
I turned around and walked away from the rotters. I curiously looked over my shoulder and frowned when I found them following me. I stopped in my tracks and they mimicked my movements.
I walked a little to my right and so did they. I walked left and they followed shortly behind me.
"Are they following you?" Cooper asked me in disbelief.
"I think so," I yelled in panic.
"Well, get rid of them," Cooper told me, and I instantly turned around and swung my axe into a rotten skull. The rotter's body thudded to the ground, and I moved on to the next two. They didn't even put up a fight before I killed them.
I squeezed my eyes shut before cutting my axe into the last rotter's skull. I ran back over to the car before jumping inside, and Cooper started driving again, slowly picking up his pace.
"What the fuck just happened?" He asked me in shock.
"They just followed me," I uttered in the same tone.
"So you're like a little zombie queen." He stated and I narrowed my eyes on him.
"Don't call me that."
"I mean I'd be honored if someone called me a zombie queen. But to each their own." He said and we both started laughing.
"I don't think anyone would ever call you a queen, Cooper. Not even in your dreams." I laughed and he held onto his stomach with one hand while laughing loudly.
"You know what I meant." He uttered and I laughed at him.
We kept our conversation going as we drove home. We arrived at the house after driving for about thirty minutes.
We jumped out of the car and made our way up to the house.
There was a Jeep Wrangler parked in front of the house, and Cooper held his hand out in front of me in a protective way.
"Stay out here, okay?" He told me and I nodded at him in understanding. He took his gun out before taking the safety off. He quietly continued into the house and my heart rapidly started beating in my chest.
"Cooper, wait-" I uttered, but he had already disappeared into the house. I clenched my fist around my axe before jogging into the house.
I made my way into the living room and came to an abrupt stop. Cooper's mouth went agape at the sight of the man standing in front of us.
Anger started boiling in me as I saw Oliver standing next to him. I bet they're in cahoots with each other now.
"What the hell is he doing here?" I angrily asked Oliver.
"I just came here to talk. I don't want any trouble." He told me while raising his hands in defense.
"So, talk! You have five minutes." I angrily told him.
"You might want to sit down for this one." He said, before running a tired hand over his head.