Infected 8: Impulse: A Whole New Day Read Online Free Page B

finally fill out that way a bit, so it wasn't a totally useless idea. At least if boys were going to be checking out her rack like the two with them suddenly were.
    It was flattering, after a fashion, but really she didn't get it. Shouldn't they have been more worried about the bombs? The shooting and all that? She had a change of clothes with her, at the bottom of her bag, a t-shirt and jeans, with running shoes, so dressed, as Ed and Deidre at least, caught up mentally.
    The girl went first, smiling.
    "Lady Bridget! We didn't recognize you at all. Is all well? We were not told to expect, anything, if truth be told. I enlisted my brother to aid me in taking my project to the school, since it was over large to carry alone. Along the way we dropped it, choosing to flee the explosion, rather than worry over marks." It was hard to tell, but it seemed like the girl felt bad about that. Leaving her school project behind, merely to ensure her own survival.
    Bridget had never gone to a real school, herself, but she kind of thought that no one would mind all that much. Would the teachers hold her responsible for things like attacks and possible mayhem? Well, now they might, since, true or not, she'd been publically outted as Infected. She was even shy enough that a lot of people could think that was her first mode, if they wanted to force the issue.
    "You were supposed to..." She stopped, considering things, instead of just blurting them out, like she wanted to. It was really worse than that, and for a half minute, she felt like she had to do it. To take action, simply because the idea had come up. To make it harder for her, Ed started trying to ask questions.
    "We were told of no plans. Were we to wait somewhere? Or merely be at our domicile? If the IPB base has been demolished, does that mean all within are lost? We should go there, and seek to give aid, if we can!"
    He didn't try to move however, which was in part due to the fact that he wasn't a complete moron, even if he did seem like it at times. The other part was that the large boy with them started to disagree even before the statement was finished coming from his lips.
    "No. Whatever happened, us going there to poke around won't help anything. The radiation alone would kill us. Me at least. I don't know about the rest of you, but I don't have any super powers. If I get hit with something like that, I'll just die."
    Bridget felt a sense of relief, the topic having changed enough so that she didn't blurt out the whole plan in front of strangers. Charity and this boy... She needed a name for him.
    Sticking out her tiny hand, she moved in a bit, which got him to shake back. It was part of her training in how to deal with the public. Don't hit them, and assume that they'll be polite if you follow normal social conventions. Like a good firm handshake. Even if she was so small that his hand nearly swallowed hers. That was normal for her, so she wasn't caught off guard.
    "Bridget Chambers, I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?" There, that was the right thing to say, wasn't it? She sounded like herself again, which meant high pitched, and speaking a little too fast, but the boy understood her, and took her warm hand in his much cooler one.
    "Will. Will Dominic. Um, like I mentioned, I don't have any powers." He held her hand however, not letting go for a while. It wasn't flirtatious, however. He didn't let his face look pained, but did look down at his hand, which Bridget realized was turning a lovely shade of red.
    With white around the edges from her squeezing it too hard.
    "Oops. Sorry. Infected, as you might have guessed, Super strength, speed, good senses. First mode impulsiveness." She let go suddenly, and watched as the guy carefully didn't try to shake his hand to restore function. That meant he was pretty tough, she bet. Some kind of athlete, most likely.
    She realized her mistake about five seconds after the words came out. Regular people, ones not in the IPB, didn't just