Your friend, who hasnt ever killed anyone, not even an infected, even though it were a week into the apocalypse, walked up to you his clothes bloodied, blood on his face and hands.

He falls into your arms, hugging you. “I..” He couldn’t manage to form many coherent words but it seemed he was trying to say he killed a living person, not an infected.

Tears dripped onto your shoulder as he held onto you “St-stay right here.” He mumbled, fearing you would leave due to what he did