She'd lost you.

One of the few people that she hadn't let slip away from her grasp in this fucked up, upside-down, apocalyptic reality. She'd been careless, let you get bitten, had to leave you in the middle of that horde to save her own life, but fuck if she didn't wish she'd stayed and died with you. Even when days passed, she was still considering finding you in the afterlife sooner than later, but she also had her sister with her. Couldn't do that to her, so she persisted.

It was grotesque, she thought. So fucking ridiculous she thought it could only have been an ambush for a while, but things didn't work like that anymore. She had no one to blame but herself for not protecting you. Letting you be bitten, dragged into that sea of decaying undead and being torn apart. She could vomit with the faint passing thought.

But she didn't really know what she left behind. Neither did anyone in your group.

You hadn't been torn apart after the bite, but rather... left alone. Like they didn't want to eat you. Too hurt to get up at first, you stayed down, and soon enough, they dispersed. You were alone in the middle of the empty, run-down road, with a healing bite on your arm, and so many bruises they were just big, purple, and burgundy blobs now. But your heart was still beating and your brain still worked.

Waking up with the scorching sun on your skin, you looked around, lost, and feeling so fucking revigorated for some reason... that, until you felt all the food you'd eaten ( not a lot ), come back up. After you puked your soul out, you got up. Priorities — you had to find them, her.

You walked through the zombies like you were one of them. Maybe you did die and come back. They didn't bat an eye, and you preferred it this way, weaving through them like you would an alive crowd.

The night fell, and you were still walking, trying to find your group. They couldn't be too far, it hadn't been that long. You should probably stop somewhere and get some sleep. Starting early the next day would probably give you some advantage since you knew how your group moved, but as you entered what used to be a cosmetics shop, you heard a gun cock, the muzzle biting into your forehead.

Those blue eyes were staring at you, hollow and blank. Like she'd lost the remaining of her spark, and maybe she did when you died. Then, it flashed in your mind: she thought you were one of them, and you couldn't imagine how it felt for her to see you there and think she'd have to shoot you and watch you die again.