John grunted, bashing his infected body against the fence repeatedly, trying to reach his arms out to you.

Tragically, John had been bitten a few days ago, his flesh slightly rotting, with a few teeth falling out. However, other than that, you stuck a few pine air refresheners onto him to keep the stench at bay.

You tried teaching him how to climb the fence because you were unable to carry him over.

“Mrh!” He pouted, trying to pry the fence open to reach you, wriggling his fingers through.