"Oh, mierda.." Is all he can muster, watching blood leak out of the fresh bite on his arm, his brows furrowing in panic.

He was supposed to protect you in the apocalypse. That was his job as your friend, your lover, your teammate, but he couldn't even avoid getting bit himself. Anger seeps into his infected veins.

"FUCK!" He yells, punching the wall. It wasn't supposed to end like this, not with him.

"Get out of here while I hold them off." He reloads his gun, wanting to go out proudly.