[ WP ] You just survived the apocalypse . Now you 're dealing with some unexpected problems not seen in apocalyptic fiction .

`` Are you an orthodontist?'' I asked the man, pulling him to his feet. `` What?'' he asked, confused. `` Alright, head down that road and turn left. The green warehouse is where we're at. Go! We'll talk later!'' I shoved him away and turned to look at the oncoming zombies. 
 
 I sighed and twirled my blood-soaked bat. `` Ree should we lead them off and then double back?'' I asked my friend. He was sorta the leader. `` Yeah, we ca n't take this group head on. Too risky.'' he replied, and I sighed again. `` God, I'm tired, man. Tired of running and doubling back.'' Dan protested. 
 
 `` You wan na stay, stay. I'm leading them off.'' Red spat and started running, leading them away from our base, and I followed behind him. The patter of footsteps behind me told me that Dan and Phil were close behind, and behind them the horde of a dozen zombies. 
 
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 `` You're a doctor, right?'' Ree asked, pulling up a chair. We were back at the warehouse, dead tired. We had led the zombies away and ran back here as fast as we could, and the doctor decided to follow my advice and stayed here. 
 
 `` Yes. I, uh, I am.'' 
 
 `` Cool. My sister, she's sick. Not infected, or anything. Just, common cold, I think. Can you see her?'' 
 
 `` I, I mean, I can. But I do n't have any medicine.'' 
 
 `` Fuck. There's a pharmacy down Westwood. Think we can find shit there? What does she need? Paracetamol?'' 
 
 `` Uh, I'll need to see her first.'' 
 
 `` That pharmacy's looted, Ree.'' Phil said. I sighed. `` I mean, we can try north. Up Hallyday. It's a rich neighbourhood.'' 
 
 `` Nah. We do n't go north. The fires are mad up there. And the zombies are faster, too.'' Dan said immediately. 
 
 `` Then what do you guys suggest? My sister is sick and does n't have medicine! She can die to something that can be cured overnight.'' Ree said angrily. 
 
 `` Where exactly is your sister, Red?'' The doctor asked. Ree took a deep breath, and nodded to the back of the warehouse. They left to check on her. 
 
 `` She's gon na die.'' Dan said at once once they were out of earshot. `` She's gon na die and we're here like sitting ducks if we do n't move.'' 
 
 `` Shut up, Dan. We just rescued a doctor. He can help us.'' I said sharply. 
 
 `` No. Without his medicine and tools and all, he's just.. knowledgeable. Is all he is. Other then that he ca n't help.. you know, physically.'' 
 
 `` You do n't know that. We can scout out another safe spot. A house or something, and bring them there. He'll find a way to cure her.'' 
 
 `` Yeah, do n't bother. We're not bringing him along. He's like, fifty. He is n't gon na move fast and he's gon na slow us down.'' 
 
 `` Dan, what the fuck. Are you even listening to yourse-'' 
 
 I was cut off by a loud bang. Phil jumped. `` Jesus, what the fuck?'' he gasped. We turned to the back of the warehouse, where the sound came from. `` That was a gun.'' Dan said, and my mouth went dry. 
 
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 We walked cautiously to the back, and heard wailing. A deep sound of sorrow, punctuated by ugly gasps of air. 
 
 It was Ree. 
 
 I walked quickly and turned the corner, and saw Ree's sister lying on the concrete, blood pooling from her neck. I looked up and saw the doctor and Ree, hugging each other, crying. 
 
 `` What the fuck?'' Phil asked softly, coming up behind me. 
 
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 `` You.. You're not an orthodontist?'' I asked the doctor. It was two days since Ree shot his sister. Apparently she *was* infected. Ree had not been himself, and that was normal. So I stepped up to call the shots. We buried her behind the warehouse, and found this dilapidated house to camp out in for the time being. Ree, Dan and Phil were sleeping the night, and it was my turn to keep watch. 
 
 `` You asked me that before. And no. I'm not. Why'd you ask?'' 
 
 `` It's.. Do n't tell the rest, but it's my teeth. They hurt a lot. You see my braces? I used to have an appointment every two months to have them checked out and cleaned. The last appointment I went to was nearly a five months ago, before this shit show started. But now with the outbreak and all, I doubt I'll even find a tooth doctor. And the other day, I tripped and fell and landed on my mouth. The braces got dented and broke my tooth. Like, if the braces were n't keeping it in place it should have fallen out by now. It hurts, man. My mouth really hurts. I think I got gingivitis and all that shit. It hurts to chew, to talk even sometimes. I'm getting really scared. I know you can for from mouth related diseases.'' 
 
 `` Well. This is.. peculiar. I'll try to see what I can do, Greg. Tomorrow, when it's light out. We'll check out the kitchen and see if we can find.. utensils that will fit our needs.'' 

