sleeplessCartoonist
World-Renowned Dawdler
Aidan frowned when he was handed the knife, staring down at it. "Eugh."
"It's just a bit of blood, I don't see what your problem is." Olivia said, reaching over to take it from him. When he pulled it away from her, she glared up at him.
"We'll have to clean it, first. We don't know the effects of infected blood. If saliva can turn you, who's to say blood can't? It makes sense, doesn't it?" he said, in thought for a moment. He pulled a small, plastic ziploc bag from Olivia's backpack, closing the knife and dropping it in, sealing it.
"You know we might need that, right?"
He shrugged, continuing to walk. "I've got my axe in case of emergencies."
Olivia smiled slightly, following him. "Yeah, and you can't bag that, either, in case you end up using it. I think you're just afraid of blood."
"How would someone afraid of blood possibly survive in this world?" he asked quietly, looking back at her with a raised eyebrow.
"I dunno, putting every bloody weapon in a plastic bag, maybe."
"It's just a bit of blood, I don't see what your problem is." Olivia said, reaching over to take it from him. When he pulled it away from her, she glared up at him.
"We'll have to clean it, first. We don't know the effects of infected blood. If saliva can turn you, who's to say blood can't? It makes sense, doesn't it?" he said, in thought for a moment. He pulled a small, plastic ziploc bag from Olivia's backpack, closing the knife and dropping it in, sealing it.
"You know we might need that, right?"
He shrugged, continuing to walk. "I've got my axe in case of emergencies."
Olivia smiled slightly, following him. "Yeah, and you can't bag that, either, in case you end up using it. I think you're just afraid of blood."
"How would someone afraid of blood possibly survive in this world?" he asked quietly, looking back at her with a raised eyebrow.
"I dunno, putting every bloody weapon in a plastic bag, maybe."