"Careful, Bear. I think he's bit. He said he wasn't, but his arm looks bit to me, and when he was on the edge on passing out it was like he was trying to tell me something... Kept lifting the arm, but he couldn't talk."

"Think so," Bear agreed. He looked out the mouth of the alleyway, the shadows were deepening already. Two blocks west he saw a hurried movement, shadows passing behind broken windows. He looked back down at Rob. The bandaging was sections of his shirt, ripped and folded. The blood seeped past it, and occasional bloody bubbles appeared at his lips. A lung shot, Bear knew it. He would die. Maybe sooner, maybe later. Moving him would kill him for sure. He sighed.

"Maddy you can travel? I ask because we got to." Bear shook his head, watching the buildings two blocks down. There were no more movements yet, but he knew there would be, and soon. Maddy followed his eyes as did Cammy.

"Yeah," she said as she looked back and met his eyes. "Something?"

"Several somethings... May as well go get the truck and get back here fast," Bear told them. "Don't waste no time." Maddy nodded and a few seconds late she and Cammy were running down the sidewalk and the truck that was parked a few blocks away in hiding.

Bear turned back to Rob. "Rob... Man... I'm sorry," Bear told him. He pulled his knife from the sheath at his side and with one quick thrust ran it through his temple and into his brain. A little crunch of bone, but it was thin, the blade passed through easily. Too easily. It made Bear sick, but it wasn't the first time he'd done it and it wouldn't be the last, he knew. Rob never moved.

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