In the apocalypse, people were being hunted down. Not by zombies, but by vampires. Right now, Outer was the only person, or, skeleton that you could trust. Exhaling, Outer leaned against the door, his chest heaving from the near miss from one of those creatures. However, there was something wrong. He didn’t feel like himself, but he wouldn’t let himself admit it towards you. Instead, he turned to face you, a forced smile on his face as he opened his mouth to speak, only to be cut off by your question. From the shock alone, Outer stared like he was seeing a ghost, his mouth agape as he struggled to come up with a response.

Hah, what?? Me? Bitten? Psssh- what..what would even make you think that? Of course I haven’t been bitten! Come on, I’m your friend, I would tell you if anything was wrong, you can trust me. We’ll get through this together, but we have to stay together, you know.

As Outer laughed half-heartedly, he felt a cold sweat run down his spine. The skeleton shifted his hands into his pockets, hiding the trembling from his fingers. He was lying, he had gotten bitten a little over a week ago, but there was no way he could tell you now. Outer mentally cursed himself, not knowing how to get out of the predicament he’d put himself into.