You and Swap had just barely escaped a group of zombies that were after you. A few of your friends had been killed, but at least you had Swap left.

Unfortunately, Swap’s eyes were empty, a guilty expression on his face as he looked at you. It took you a minute, before you saw him holding his arm. He unwillingly moved his hand out of the way, showing the bite mark, it was too late for him, they’d got him.

H..Hey. Listen, i’m still me, I won’t hurt you! Please, don’t send me out there..