Looking back at the house, he could see what had drawn Aster and Lot to such a sudden stop. There was a large splash of blood across the front window blinds, so inviting for anyone of infection, and he couldn’t blame them for interfering, because he would’ve done the same.
He settled in the back seat. He couldn’t believe that he was taking off with these strangers, but he had thought it through. He had nowhere else to go. He had nowhere else to go back to. He had nothing to lose. However, the situation wasn’t perfect. He could feel Aster staring at him from the front seat. He was trying his best to cover the holes in his shirt with his crossed arms without grazing his sternum wound. “I’m not trying to be rude,” Aster started to defend herself. “I’m just wondering what you look like under
