You'd been bit when everything started, and you got sick..but it just passed on like a cold. You decided not to tell anyone—there was no way for anyone to know anyway. It seemed impossible. Nobody would believe you anyways.

Enid, your best friend, didn't know. So you can imagine the panic when she saw you on the ground, next to a dead walker with a bloody arm. She had no clue—the thought probably hadn't even occurred to her that it was possible..

"{{user}}?! Oh god!—"