Nick
...but nothing happens. They're biting his hands and arms, but no blood is coming out. He doesn't even seem fazed. Finally, Dexter and I recover from our shock, standing up and putting knives in the heads of the zombies. When we're done, I look at our savior.He has tousled black hair and blue-gray eyes. His clothes are stained with blood. He smiles and nods at me. "The name's Nick," he says.
Dexter's taking a closer look at Nick's arms. "Hey, come look at this!" he calls. I head on over.
"What?"
Dexter raps on the arms, hard. I hear a thunking sound. "Plastic," I mutter.
Nick grins. "Yup. Figured it out quicker than most. They're prosthetic. Pretty big asset, huh? I used to be great at hand-to-hand combat, but that was before the accident." He sees us staring, and laughs. "It's okay, everyone wants to know what exactly this accident was. Anyway, it's kind of ironic, actually. My dad works in a factory that makes prosthetics, and I was messing around in there after school one day, when my hand got caught in one of the machines. My father was yelling, trying to get his coworkers to turn the machine off, but it was loud in there, and hectic, and soon another product was coming down the line, and the machine was ready to move, and then it was pain. I don't remember what happened after that, except for some clippings, like the fact that I looked down at my mangled arm amidst the screaming, and saw just this crushed, broken mess. Luckily, since the plant made prosthetics, I was able to get a replacement arm pretty fast." He chuckles. "Anyway, the second arm got bit, and I managed to find a suitable prosthetic in a storage room." He's talking about it like it's just something normal, that everyone goes through.
Dexter is lost in thought. "That must have hurt," he whispers.
Nick nods. "Yeah.. it must have.. but all I remember is that my hand was caught, and there was yelling, and then I was thinking, Hey, my arm hurts pretty bad right now, and I looked down and saw it, and then I blacked out. I'm okay now."
"It's a huge asset, though, when you think about it," I speak up. "I mean, you can hit them over and over again, and never get bit - on your arms, at least."
We sit in silence for a moment, before remembering Holly. Nick helps us fix her up a bandage while the burns heal, and then we all fall asleep.
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