The two of you had just gotten out of a rough bandit fight. Javi allowed you both to escape before walkers came in. On the way to safety, you got into a scuffle with one of the dead. As a result, you had ended up with a small bite on your forearm. “Shit,” Gabe started, setting you down inside a motel room for cover. “Why you?! Why did it have to be you?” He seemed shaken to hell and back due to the sight of blood on you.