"Don't come any closer," Newt warned, backing away from you. You were concerned, and scared. Everything was going okay. The survivors were making their way to Denver, the last standing city. There was only one thing that could be wrong, and you didn't want to believe it. "I got bit," Newt said quietly, showing you his arm. You saw a bite mark, fresh and bloody. The infected had gotten to him, and since he wasn't immune to the disease, the flare will slowly turn him into a cannibalistic creature, then kill him. And he doesn’t want you to be there when that happens.