Red blood streamed down the manâ€™s arms, glinting wetly in the shotgunâ€™s light as the liquid soaked his sleeve. There was a collective hiss from the siblings. Rainie stepped back, eyeing the blood with wide eyes. Heâ€™d been bitten? How? The zombie was wearing a mask. Adrian uttered a low curse and leveled the gun at his head. Damn it, this guy was going to get them killed! Adrian clicked off the safety.<br/><br/>The man sputtered, stopping just short of insulting Adrianâ€™s mother in a manner that wouldnâ€™t have put him on Adrianâ€™s good side. Rainie listened as he reasoned that there had been no fluid transfer.<span style="font-style: italic">So he wasnâ€™t bitten.</span>Rainie sighed with relief. It was just a gash from the Infectedâ€™s fingers. He was clean.<br/><br/>â€œNow, please, can we put that away? I could really use a first-aid kit. And not the hot, lead-based kind.â€<br/><br/>Adrian stared at the guy, his eyes narrowing. After three breaths, he clicked the safety on and lowered his gun, finally tucking it back into the waistline of his pants for the first time. â€œRain, you patch him up.â€ He said gruffly. â€œIâ€™ll get the god damn bookcase in front of the door.â€<br/><br/>Rainie sighed. Her brother was so hot-headed. She unclipped the straps on her backpack and let it slide off her shoulder. The Daewoo remained slung across her back. First she pulled out the Maglite, clicked it on, and set it to point at the ceiling, illuminating most of the room. The metal echoed lightly as the heavy-duty batteries rolled around in the steel casing.<br/><br/>Finally able to get a good look around at the room, and the man for that matter, she took a good look at his face. His eyes were dark, like his hair. He seemed fit, and his shoulders were a bit broader than Adrianâ€™s. Not bad looking, either.<br/><br/>There was a grunt, and suddenly the bookcase slid loudly across the floor. Rainie winced at the sound. â€œCanâ€™t you do that a bit quieter?â€ She whispered harshly.<br/><br/>â€œNo.â€ Adrian grunted as he slid the bookcase into place.<br/><br/>She sighed again and knelt beside the Maglite, pulling her backpack to her. Moving around some ammo clips and some bottles of water, she finally uncovered her first aid kit. It was a red canvas bag with a zipper. Thankfully, it was clichÃ©-medical-cross-free, so she didnâ€™t feel too silly carrying it around. Unzipping it, she removed some necessities: hand sanitizer (cue the godly choir!), a roll of bandages, a bottle of antiseptic, and a sterile gauze pad. She motioned for the man to come to her silently.<br/><br/>She held up two small boxes, each decorated with colorful cartoons. Bandaids. â€œDo you want Spiderman, or Hello Kitty?â€