Pretty much like every woman in this area, Chelsea looked like she had some Trenbolone Sarmswiches for breakfast paired with some high-stim coffee that had a dash of peptides and some GH.
She had bigger arms than Isaac— Heck, even Jose and a few other guys I know but despite all of that, it failed to protect her from a set of rotting teeth that contained whatever the fuck reduced the world population.
With that said, Quinn's previous words didn't reach her ears because it looked like her memories were flashing before her eyes even before she was a walking corpse.
Quinn waved her over, "Chelsea, can you hear me?"
"Y-Yeah?"
"I'm sorry to say this but this is it—"
"C-Can we d-do anything about it?! Y-You know c-cut it off or—"
I interjected, "I'm sorry but we don't even know when you got the bite."
"W-What does that mean?"
"If we're talking about cutting part of your leg to try and stop the spread, whatever that has gotten into you through that bite had probably gone through different cycles around your body. And even if we do try and cut it off, it's just more pain and suffering for the inevitable... What we could only do for you right now is make it... you know, quick and painless."
"..." Chelsea was just looking at all of us, grasping at straws if we have any other ideas that involved her not receiving a bullet to the head.
I continued, "But aside from that, do you have family? You know, aside from this one?"
"I... I have my boyfriend..."
"We should be calling him over right now to have one final talk and if you have any special belongings that you want to hand over to a certain someone, we can also make it happen—and if by some chance they're not here, we can hand it over as well..."
At this point, Chelsea broke down crying once more but it didn't take long before a well-built guy came over, and lo and behold, it was the guy that approached me earlier. He wasn't here before because he was one of the fellows who didn't get shitfaced and was tasked with more jobs, but he had never been confused about the situation we presented to him.
However, like Chelsea earlier, our words were just going through his ear and out the other as he was just dumbfoundedly staring at the bite on Chelsea's body.
"W-What's going on?! SHE'S BIT?! HOW?! FUCKING HOW?! WE WERE JUST— I THOUGHT YOU WERE ASLEEP AND— FUCKING HOW?! ANSWER ME!!!"
"I-I-I DIDN'T KNOW! I WAS JUST CALLED HERE A-AND WHEN WE C-CHECKED O-OURSELVES FOR W-WOUNDS OR SOMETHING, I-I-I J-JUST FOUND THAT I HAD T-THIS ONE ON MY—"
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP— HOW COULD YOU NOT FUCKING KNOW?! IT'S A F-FUCKING BITE FOR FUCK'S SAKE! HOW FAR GONE WERE YOU?! WHO FUCKING TOOK YOU DRINKING, HUH?!
WHO?!"
"I-I-I—"
"YOU DON'T EVEN REMEMBER THAT?! FUCKING SHIT, CHELSEA! I KNOW YOU'RE A FUCKING DRUNK BUT—"
Quinn suddenly stepped between the two, "Asher, now's not the time to argue. Do you want your last talk to be like this? Fighting? We'll give you the room so you two could talk about whatever but no more fighting, understand?"
To my surprise, it seemed like Quinn didn't have to yell at the top of her lungs to make her people obey her commands but what happened afterward was something that boggled my low-EQ head for a good while right until we were burning two more corpses that should've been just one.
We were now in front of the huge bonfire that was still burning brightly but I turned to Quinn who was wearing a solemn expression. I didn't plan on saying anything though she was the first one to speak up.
"That's their decision, you have no say in that. Ever."
"Hahaha... As hot as that sounds, I also have some plans..."
"Oh?"
"You'll see later..."
Quinn waved the two of us, "Hey! No whispering!"
"It's a surprise though, you'll like it!"
"Hmm~ I'll be the judge of that."
"Hey! Tatiana! That's mine!"
"What? You guys keep talking, I thought you weren't gonna eat it!"
"Hey! Where did my brownie go?"
"Ah... I also ate it. My bad, Kaley..."
"I-It's fine..."
With that said, we continued eating but after we had our fill, everyone else did their own thing: either jumping straight to their beds or finishing up whatever work they left behind. However, after a good 30 minutes or so, something felt really~ off.
I was 100% sure that I didn't have a lick of alcohol because Quinn would definitely serve us some upstairs but I'm feeling a little buzzed and a little sluggish. And to add to that, the paint job on some of the cars and the random graffiti on the walls seemed so vivid and the sounds coming from all around seemed a little... louder.
'What the fuck is going on...'
And for some reason, I felt like having some chips or anything to munch on even though I was quite full but it didn't take long before I almost put two and two together when Kaley ran up to me in a panic.
"H-Hey! A-Are you okay?!"
"Huuuuhh~? What do you mean—"
"Oh god, oh god! I'm so s-sorry! I thought— D'you remember the brownies that Mr. Ng gave us?"
"Yeaahhh? The one Tatiana stole from you—"
"Y-Yeah! The one that— That's besides the point!"
"Why are you sooooooo worried? It's just brownies—"
"No! It's not just brownies! It's POT brownies!"
"Wut? He cooked them in a pooooot? I thought he used an oven..."
"You— Oh god, how many did you eat?"
"Eat what? Ah! I had two servings of rice, 400 grams of grilled chicken breasts, some mashed—"
"Not that! The brownies! How much did you eat?!"
"I was getting to it, Kaley! Wait— Pot brownies as in— Uh-oh. My time has come..."