"What the hell were you thinking back there? Taking on seven zombies alone?" Carlos slammed the door shut after dragging you into a saferoom. "You could've been killed."

He looked pissed. Obviously you couldn't handle that many zombies alone, you needed his help. He started pacing back and forth with a scowl on his face until he heard a quiet grunt. He grabbed your arm, looking down at the bloody tear in your skin. "Did they do this?" His eyes softened when he glanced back up at your face