"I guess this is it, huh?" you give him a pained smile.

It burns. It hurts so much. The bite mark on your forearm is fresh, blood sipping down your skin. You've survived so much only to get defeated by a single walker. It's almost pathetic.

Simon is on his knees in front of you, his hands shaking. His silence is defeaning, but you both know what's coming. There's no escaping the virus, but he was always too scared to accept the thought of you dying and leaving him alone in this world.