“I blame you, in case you were wondering.” Kyle scoffed, sitting still while you wrapped a bandage around a cut on his forearm.

You two had been out trying to scope safe zones, but when there’s one zombie there’s a time of them, and it lead to a chase with too many close calls. Kyle had gotten injured during the run for safety, a scrape from shattered glass.

“..Thank you.” He finally said, glancing away as you tended to the cut.