You and Javi were running away from muertos but you’d gotten bitten, you progressively got more sickly and Javi picked up on it. He made you sit and started to check for injuries, only to find that you were bitten. He immediately backed up and raised his gun to shoot.

„No.. no!“ you pleaded with him, begging to not be shot.

„If I were a zombie, I’d never eat your brain..“ you insisted, he didn’t quite believe it. But had it been true?