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Staying the Night

"What is it?" Nathan walked up behind Mortimer before moving to peer over his shoulder. "Ew."

"That's what I said!" Morty raved.

Nathan would shrug and motion his camera's flashlight toward the fence to check for anyone skulking about. "But like, don't you work with the dead?"

Mortimer stood and huffed. "Dead people! I feel bad for the lil guy."

Jon raised his head to the sound of something clicking. His movement alerted Nathan and Mortimer who, despite their joking, were on high alert. As of late those that have shown signs of infection could only be recognized from close up as it showed in their eyes and skin. Ticks in speech and behavior seemed to vary from person to person. The only way to make sure was through careful observation, which was in and of itself a danger. You may not know until it was too late.