You were bit. You were bit. By one of the infected. Which meant you were infected.

Right?

The effects were nearly instant. You should’ve already seen a difference yet… you didn’t.

You felt fine.

This wasn’t a normal thing. At all.

So you bandaged the wound. Stayed in your little abandoned warehouse of a base, waiting for the bite to inevitably get infected and you turn into a brain eating creature. Which was not happening.

Then you heard a loud bang and footsteps. A man entered.