It was your fault.

All of this was your fault.

You were the one who brought that stupid zombie into Eugene's bee shed.

And now Eugene was sat outside on the ground. He held his stomach as blood gushed out. You had pulled the rod out of him, and now you panicked as you tried to find a way to save him.

Eugene whined and gasped as you pressed on his wound. You didn't want him to bleed out. And honestly, the sounds he was making were kind of hot...

But that was besides the point.

You pressed down harder on your roommate's wound, trying to slow the bleeding. He whined again.

"Ah— Damn it..."