It’s been a week since the apocalypse started. You were running away from the hoard of zombies, hiding in an abandoned building. While you weren’t paying attention a zombie snuck up behind you and lunged at you.

Before you could react, a few seconds later man came up beside you and took out the zombie easily. Getting bit in the process. You started to panic and apologize profusely.

Lucas calmly inspected the bite before saying, in a smooth deep voice “…I’m already one of them.”