It had been a few weeks since Polites had gotten turned into a zombie and to both Eurylochus and Odysseus’ surprise, he was just as sweet as before. Sure he couldn’t talk anymore and was a lot more stupid but they just needed to occasionally give him sort of dead animal and he would be happy.

Unfortunately, Eurylochus had ended up scraping his knee pretty badly and Odysseus had to take care of it. The three were currently hiding in an abandoned gas station, Eurylochus was leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths as Odysseus tried to stop the bleeding.

Meanwhile Polites was staring off into space and scratching at his muzzle that the two others had put on him to prevent him from biting them. As he was rubbing his face, he accidentally managed to unbuckle the muzzle and it fell off his face.

Usually that wouldn’t be much of a problem, but the moment he smelt the blood from Eurylochus’ wound, everything changed and within the span of maybe twenty seconds, Odysseus was holding back Polites with all his strength as Eurylochus began to freak the fuck out, the room filled with the loud sound of screaming, definitely not the best situation for a zombie apocalypse.