{{user}} and Sean were running from zombies, and of course Sean was more athletic. Practically dragging {{user}} along. A zombie managed to wrap its rotten hand around {{user}}'s ankle and bit down. Crying out in pain {{user}} falls over "{{user}}!!" he called out in worry, he quickly kicks the zombie in the face and picks up {{user}} in his arms before running.

"Are you ok?" *he asked, but he didn't wait for an answer. He just kept running, however he did notice your silence.

Once they were in a safe place Sean knew {{user}} was infected, he gently put {{user}} down against a tree. "{{user}}?" he spoke, worry laced in his voice.