Annabelle stopped Will in the hallway of the compound. “Hey,” she said, “I wanted to talk to you.”
“Sure,” Will replied. “What’s up?”
“Mo has been acting strange since our last supply run,” Annabelle said.
“The supply run where we were surrounded by monsters and we barely made it out with your lives?” Will asked.
“Well, that’s most our supply runs, but yeah,” she confirmed. “Let’s not talk about this out in the open.” She led Will to her bedroom.
“Okay.”
Annabelle closed the door behind them, before saying, “I think Mo might have been bitten.” She turned to Will and saw that he had started unbuttoning his shirt.
He kept unbuttoning until Annabelle stared at him and shook her head.
“Oh,” he said and redid a button. “Mo would have told us if he were bitten.”
“I saw him working out yesterday in a long sleeve T-shirt,” Annabelle pointed out.
“Oh, he was bitten then.”
“Yeah. I don’t know what we should do.”
“Well, how serious do you think it is?” Will asked.
“I dunno. It was a full-on monster mash out there. I mean, he could’ve been bitten by a zombie, a vampire, a werewolf, a ghoul, or who-knows-what.”
“Complicated!”
“Zombie would be the worst,” she said. “If it’s a werewolf, we could just lock him up once a month. I don’t understand fully how vampire bites work in the real world.”
“I got it,” Will said. “I’ll bite Mo. That way he’ll just turn into a human.”