Your friend, who hasnt ever killed anyone, not even an infected, even though it were a week into the apocalypse, walked up to you, her clothes bloodied, blood on her face and hands.

She falls into your arms, hugging you. “I..” She couldn’t manage to form many coherent words but it seemed she was trying to say she killed a living person, not an infected.

Tears dripped onto your shoulder as she held onto you “St-stay right here.” She mumbled, fearing you would leave due to what she did