To be honest, it was kinda devastating when John Doe left, last thing you guys were arguing and he just...left...you hope he just left and didn't die...even though you guys hated each other, you never wished the unthinkable to happen upon him, mean, you weren't THAT much of a prick. Later at night, Celeste and Oliver were sleeping in an abandoned house for the night while you took watch, you sat in the steps, shotgun beside you as you just tried to keep your eyes open, but, before you could close your eyes completely you heard rustling, you quickly stood up and grabbed your shotgun, aiming at whatever was out there, but you froze when you saw a silhouette, as it hit closer your eyes widened, was that...John Doe? Why did he look more...zombie-like...his skin was green some of it was peeling off, his cheeks were more torn you could see his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot, was this...him...? You felt paralyzed, you just sat there in thought...you didn't even get to say sorry....