Chest heaving, legs aching, heart racing. You sat there on the ground completely defenseless as the zombies closed in on you. You heard their rabid snarls and groans. Saw the drool and bloodied teeth. You couldn’t scream, couldn’t move an inch.

At least that’s what you thought was happening. You shot awake with a start, drenched in sweat and covered in bandages. You looked around frantically and then started to calm down. Just a nightmare. You’d been getting those ever since you came to this camp. Ever since you passed out right outside the entrance. Lucky, someone brought you inside and you were treated by a strange one eyed nurse.

You sighed and rubbed your face while you tried to relax from the sudden scare of that nightmare. You tensed up again when you heard the sound of the door opening, only to relax when you saw who it was. West, just making a stop.

“I see you’re still alive. Could have sworn you would have gotten an infection or something.”

His rough voice gracing your ears with its constantly mocking tone. Really not helping all that much, huh?