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Something told me, though, that she would be understanding.  There was intelligence in her young eyes that gave me the feeling that she was wise beyond her years.  It was a sharp contrast to the frightened eyes I saw when I jumped into Chuck’s jeep.
    “Well, what?” she said, interrupting my thoughts.
    “I think Chuck believed me,” I said, letting out a deep breath, “but he said I might not be immune.  He thinks… thought I’m a carrier.  Like someone that’s infected but doesn’t get sick.”
    “That doesn’t mean you won’t get sick,” she said as she made room on the carpet to lie down.  “People carry HIV for years before they get AIDS.  Maybe you are like that?”
    I thought about that a moment and shuddered.  She was right, which kind of irritated me.  I could have gone to sleep that night and woken up a scab.  Karina would be my first victim.
    “If that’s true, aren’t you worried I might change?” I asked her carefully.
    She raised her head and looked at me thoughtfully. 
    “I’m not that worried,” she said, yawning.  “I don’t think you will.  But if you do, there’s not much I can do about it.  I mean, I ran before and would have most certainly been eaten by that dead-head out in the back lot if you hadn’t shown up.”  She lay back down. 
    “That’s comforting,” I said sarcastically. 
    “It should be,” she said, chuckling, “I figure I’m safer with you right now than on my own.”
    She was right of course, and that annoyed me.  She seemed like one of those kids that knew more than they should for their age, and didn’t have a problem voicing it.  Then another thought occurred to me.
    “Karina?”  I asked
    “Yes?” she said.  Her eyes were closed and she sounded like she was about to fall asleep.
    “Are you going to tell the others if— when we find them?” I said, correcting myself.  I had to keep positive.  Or at least keep the act up for Karina.
    “No,” she yawned again, “I don’t know how they would react.  Besides, I’m sure you’ll find the right time to tell them.”
    “Thanks.”  I sat with my back to the door of the small room and leaned my head against the wall.  Boomer snuggled up next to Karina and let out an appreciating grunt as she blindly stroked his mane.
    The rest of the night went over without any problems and the three of us were up just as the sun broke the horizon. 
    Karina reminded me that I would give her a gun, which I originally was a little wary about.  I decided to let her shoot off a few rounds inside of the building. I wanted to see if she could at least hit a zombie if need be and not me in the process.
    We used a framed award that was on the wall at the end of the hallway.  It was only about twenty-five feet away from where she was shooting.  I told her to imagine it was the head of a zombie.
    She struggled with the Glock.  I thought it would have been easy because of the size, but the kick was a little too much for her.  It didn’t help that she was nowhere near the target and I think the oil filter had something to do with her inability to aim.
    I let her try the MP5 instead.  The size of the submachine gun absorbed much of the recoil, and Karina barely flinched when she squeezed the trigger.  Surprisingly, she was able to hit the frame three out of four times. 
    “Have you ever shot before?” I asked her.
    “No.  My dad was never a gun guy or anything,” she answered as she walked up to the target.  “I only got one in the middle,” she said with a frown.
    “Trust me,” I smiled, “you did better than I thought you would.”
    “Is that the scratch you got last night?” she asked, pointing at my fresh bandage and the dried blood on my hand.
    “Uh…” I stammered, “It wasn’t a scratch.”
    Her eyebrows shot up in awe.  “It was another bite?  Can I see it?”
    She didn’t look scared, but more intrigued.
    I shook my head.  “No.  I don’t have that many bandages