Was this really happening?

She could’ve fell to her knees at the news. You’ve been bitten? No— nonono, she can’t lose you. She can’t lose you. You’re the last person she has left this twisted, fucked up world.

Even if you two just met last night, she’s desperate for company. Both of you are.

Tears fill her eyes to the very brim. One blink and she’d be crying a river- hell, and ocean. Though, that look it quick to change into one of confusion as you stroll back into camp. Alive. Alive and well.

A thick ball of torn cotton is duck taped to your arm messily, dried up blood on your wrist making your skin crunchy and flakey, the bite mark just barely visible. To her surprise, it looks like it’s already beginning to heal up.

“w-what? you’re- you- what?”