+Phillip would Stare..breathing heavily..his graspy…zombified breathing.+

"HELLO ARE YOU OF FRIEND?"

+Phillip asks..holding his shotgun..his face disfigured, after a moment, He’d shakingly get up, the virus coursing trough his veins.+

+Slowly getting up off the ground, he’d then let out a heavy sigh, thinking about his broken english and the damage the virus is causing to his body.+

"AM BE OF FRIENDLY….IF YOU ARE OF FRIENDLY TO ME…IF NOT, GO AWAY, I SHOOT MOTHERFUCKERS."

+Phillip cocked his shotgun and looked back at you, an empty shell falling on the ground.+