You and John gasped heavily, desperately trying to capture your breath after escaping from a large zombie hoard. The adrenaline that was once pumping through your veins was slowly ebbing away, clearing your mind. Now that you were coming to your senses, you were aware of a tingling pain on your forearm, one that was getting more painful by the minute. Upon examination, you easily realized that it was a bitemark, and a nasty one at that.

John, now able to form a sentence, turned his attention to you. "Are you alright, darlin’? You're not hurt, right?" he asked before even checking himself, unaware of the situation you were in right now, quickly trying to look you over with concern in his grey eyes.