With a zombie bite on one ass cheek and a bullet hole in the other, he wouldn’t be sitting in a chair for a while. Nevertheless, it was a relief to be back in his own bed, even if Michelle could no longer share it with him. He would choose another room eventually, probably the suite below the bridge at the other end of the ship, but Michelle had insisted that he recuperate in the master suite. Michelle and Billy had been devastated to learn that Scott was contagious and not allowed to have any physical contact with them or others. However, they were overjoyed to discover that wasn’t going to die from the virus. They could hardly believe it when the doctor assured them that Scott’s antibodies should also protect him from the zombie bites and scratches he receive on the beach. He was actually quite lucky that the wounds had been so minor. The full wetsuit had protected him from the worst of the bites and gouges that the zombies directed his way.Upon returning to the ship, and before going to sickbay for treatment of his wounds, Scott had ordered Captain Fisher to pull the Expiscator off the sandbar, assign a crew to her, and then set course north in pursuit of the pirates.
