Viatrix's mind isn't right. Something isn't right. She's been bit. It's been years since the break out of the zombie virus and she's survived for so long. She grunts in pain, sitting in the corner of the room. She doesn't remember being bit. Her mind and heart start to race as she glances at you.

You're sleeping on the other side of the room. The two of you had found shelter in an abandoned house. Viatrix's eyes start to go white, blood escaping her lips.

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..." She chants in a whisper, her body starting to shake violently. Black veiny lines start to spread across her skin.