After clairifying I had some type of injury, I ended up hanging out with the twins. Though my mind was still a bit jumbled, I still was thinking, staring at the ground quietly, as I was sitting criss-cross on the ground. 

     Chelsea and Claire were debating on whether to kill me or not, if I was infected or something. And the twins were just staring at me like I'd shit on the bible then flipped off the devil and stole his Hell. 

     If I was infected, wouldn't I be dying in agony? Or at least hurting in some type of way? Morphing into a hideous monster of the undead? I was doing none of those. So why was the fact I might be an option? Granted, it was rare to not just die after it, and I was completely fine. 

     A twin finally cleared his throat and gave me an awkward smile. "So. You okay, Damon? You don't look like it." 

     I looked up at him, then to his brother, and back to him. "I'm fine. Just still confused and weary. Would the girls like to give me back my leadership?" 

     "NO!" They yelled in unison. 

     I winced. "Okay, okay. Y'all don't need to yell." 

     The second twin spoke up. "You ain't acting like you usually do, so something is." 

     "Aren't," The other corrected. Koto? 

     "Well," I started, "I don't really know. Everything is confusing and I wondering, 'if I'm infected, why am I not changing?' Because, if I was infected, I'd die or turn, and neither has happened. If I'm hurt, I'd be able to feel it and it wouldn't make me wonky and 'drunk'." I did air quotes as I said drunk. "So what exactly is wrong, if I'm not acting how I used to?"

     "Mind control?" One suggested. 

     "Or just another sickness we don't know of?" The other added to the list. 

     "Or he is infected, but it hasn't hit root to his heart yet?" 

     I rolled my eyes. "If you keep on suggesting shit, I might just bite you." 

     "See!? He's infected," the first piped. 

     I laughed and took one their hands and nibbled on it for a tease. Both went pale and got up, screaming for the girls. I was sitting their in hysterical laughter erupting from me. 

     After the blond scoundrels told them what had happened, Chelsea brought out her dagger and Claire took out her gun, aiming it at me, eerily. 

     "If you're gonna shoot, then shoot, Claire. I mean, if you really wanna kill the guy who's the only one keeping this team together, go ahead. I won't mind. Take me out of this hell hole." 

     Claire was hesitant so she just shot my arm, which I yelped out, jumping up. 

     "What the hell, Claire!?" I growled. 

     "What? You said to shoot, so I shot." She shrugged. "But it's now obvious you're not infected, you wouldn't be willing die if you were." 

     I covered the wound and then glanced at it. Blood was already coming through my sleeve and I gritted my teeth, forcing a smile at her. "Next time you think of shooting me, make sure we have stuff to clean the injury and all." 

     She frowned, but shrugged. Chelsea sheathed her dagger with a relieved sigh. "Well, that was something you usually say. You're getting better." 

     I kept my hand to my injury and sat back down. "Good job, I'll make sure to put that on my to-do list after I figure out how to fix my arm. I need it to kill." I grumbled a couple more things after that that I will not repeat for many reasons. 

     Claire stood awkwardly, swaying side-to-side in unease. She finally ripped off a piece of her pants and gave it to me. "The least I can do," She said only to me, only I could hear. "Since it was my fault." 

     At least she admitted it and tried to help. That was a first ever. 

     I wrapped my arm and stood up again. "No more shooting anyone in our team." 

    Claire shot a blond twin. "Starting now," She said after that. 

    He limped on my leg with saying ow and really everytime and I rolled my eyes. "You wanna help!? Give me a pants leg!" 

     I shrugged with my unharmed arm and added, "Give him your bra." 

     "And back to the insane Damon," Chelsea stated, shaking her head. "He's definitely not infected too, he still wants to die."

     I gave a smile and shrug. "Well, what can I say? This world is shit." 

     "No shit, Sherlock," Claire grumbled. "There's guys here." 

     I glared at her, sighing. 

     The twins shook their heads in dismay with a mumble to each other, which they both agreed on. They talked silently before nodding and glaring at Claire. They were so secretive. 

     I managed to get them to sit and for the girls to talk to me like normal, but it still wasn't the same. Like they knew something I didn't that resulted in me being an outcast. 

Talking with Damon was like talking to a child. He suggested things we thought were idiotic and would never be done. Chelsea even agreed with me and that's not something we do unless something is super true. 

     Something was wrong with Damon, we just knew it. 

     "Here, just.." I tried to decide. "Just sit down by the fire, it's getting dark too so you can put your guard down. Sleep and I'll take guard." Which wasn't a thing I do, I need beauty rest but with Damon going in and out from sanity, it was a little frightening. 

    He just stared at me, eyes of shock, and probably a pufferfish. Moments passed and we continued to stare before Damon got up and grabbed hold of my shoulders, still staring right into my eyes. His expression was serious and it was nerving. I looked at Chelsea for help, but she was more hesitant than me to step forward to Damon acting this way. 

     He went back and forth between my eyes and a strange feeling erupted from my stomach, making me get more nervous and jitty than before. "Don't," he started, his voice sending chills through everyone there, "make a-" He stopped brutally there, his eyes bludging. 

    He started to cough and let me go at the same time then dropped to the ground with a grunt. 

     "D..Damon?" Chelsea called, stepping forward a bit as I stepped back. 

     Damon ended his coughing in arm then looked up at her, brows furrowed. "What was I saying?" 

     Chelsea, the twins, and I exchanged looks before I piped an answer. "You were warning us about something then went all sick on us, trying to cough up your guts, so you tell us!" I crossed my arms and scowled at him, trying to act as if nothing happened. 

     But something did, and we were sure of it. Just what?

So. That was trash,  but whatever. I'm not feeling well, got probably a migrane a couple hours ago and it just gets worse and worse. I'm in play rehearsal now, waiting to come in, but am working on this as I'm waiting. 

Hope you enjoy it, and life, because my life is a mess and sucky. 

Well, later, you guys, gals, ......everyone. I can't be mean, there are honestly so many genders and I'm gender-fluid, so I know how getting left out feels. And.. later, everyone. I'll try to update well I feel better.