Socks had gained infection from the bullet wound and soon gained a fever. It was gradually getting worse as they didn't have the proper equipment to deal with said things. So he was just stuck in a sleeping bag, he couldn't eat anything,drink anything. He was already practically dead.Meme and Nadwe were in a different room talking quietly. "I say we just kill him, he was gonna kill us anyways. Plus hes just another mouth to feed." Nadwe pointed out tapping his foot. "We don't do stuff like that Nadwe," Meme responded disapprovingly. "Well sorry if you know I'm right!" Nadwe retorted. Meme had no response, Nadwe was right, He was more then right he was most definitely correct. What was the point of keeping Socks alive, Number 1  Socks was an infected so he would most likely eventually kill them all. Number 2. Socks was not getting any better, and it seemed as if he wouldnt for a long time. Meme and Nadwe walked back in and Socks looked up.

His eyes glassy with fever. "Hey-" Socks started then he coughed loudly. Meme winced as Nadwe glanced at meme. He shuffled uncomfortably meme saw Nadwe flick the safety off his gun off. "Don't." Meme said quietly. Nadwe looked at meme helplessly. "What's going on?" Socks asked with confusion in his voice and fear in his eyes. Nadwe lifted his gun at socks. "I'm so sorry socks." Nadwe murmured sadly. Socks blinked in confusion then his eyes went yellow. "NADWE WATCH OUT!" Meme screamed as socks leaped onto Nadwe. Nadwe screamed and tried to kick socks off "MEME HELP ME!'' Nadwe screamed. Meme tried but failed to knock socks off. Nadwes eyes were starting to close and his screams going into weak whimpers of pain. "Meme please-" Nadwe pleaded. Meme then gained the strength and shoved socks off. Sending socks staggering backwards. He coughed and breathed in. "Ok-" Socks grunted. "I'm back." Socks sighed. Nadwe breathed in and sat up weakly. "I'm sorry Nadwe." Socks said genuine sadness was in his voice. "It was my bad." Nadwe responded standing up.His eyes were glazed with pain. "Dang your strong-" Nadwe gasped. "Not my choice." Socks responded.

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Everyone was ready to go, even socks. Despite his high fever and infection. He of course went he wasn't going to keep up as well with the rest of the gang,  but of course he insisted that he wasn't going to be a burden. Surprisingly enough he kept up well for a few hours he started to limp as they were about to hit the 5 hour mark. He still insisted on going foward. Even when he started to cough and shiver. "Socks are you sure you don't want to rest?" Meme asked "I'm fine." Socks gasped out of breath. "Are you sure?" Meme asked. "I'm not a burden." Socks gasped. Meme bit his lip and felt guilty. He had litterly thought about shooting socks again because he was a huge burden on them.  "Your not a burden socks, and you never will be." Meme said holding a hand out for socks to take. Socks didn't take it and pushed forwards. Meme felt hurt, he didn't want to call to socks to come back since he was going the right direction. Meme felt his hair blow in the wind and he sighed. "Let's just keep going." Meme sighed to himself