Nathan made sure to enter before Kylie did. He knew all the other called her dr Harriss but he thought he knew her enough to call her by her first name. Nathan scanned the bar. There were fifteen tables squashed together, all of them occupied apart from the two at the back door exit. He knew this was because no one wanted to sit near a possible place where no guards were, even if the bar was surrounded by a deadly fence. Nathan and Kylie strode over to the last table and took a seat. Nathan sat at the end closest to the door, just in case a zombie did decide to crash the party, he would have the advantage. They sat in silence for a while. Then Nathan decided to break the silence.
"So I was wondering what our next priority was?" he asked. Kylie down at the moulds tablecloth that some how looked a lot more appealing to her than it did before.
"Aren't you...angry at me?" she said in a hushed tone. Nathan stared into space for a while them thought of the best reply.
"No. The bunch of baffoons had it coming anyway. My job is to protect you. Not to get all teary when part if my squad is killed."
Kylie brightened up a little bit and examined him. He hated it when she did this. It felt like she was looking at him like she looks at her specimens.
"Our next move is still to get to Asheville. Whether we like it or not it's where we have to go if we want to cure this thing."
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