You had just been bitten by a zombie. At first, not a lot would be different - besides your hunger for human flesh - but over the next month or so your condition would deteriorate.

You had begged Alejandro not to shoot you on site, as was protocol.

He sighed. For you, he could be a bit of a soft touch.

“They say they’re working on a cure in the US— it could be with us in two weeks, please, Ale—“

“Alright. Alright, calm down. But you must only eat animal meat.” He compromised.