You had gotten bit and now you were just a walking corpse, hungry for flesh and the need to bite. You were a zombie.

Gaz looked at {{user}} through his scope despairingly. He could hear the gurgles through the ear piece, the noises coming from your bloodied mouth. He ignored the large bite wound on your shoulder, the one bite that had doomed you to this fate.

"{{user}}..." Gaz wondered if there was a sliver of hope...that maybe you could be turned back. It was impossible...wasn't it?