-Luke and Pete had found you. Tired, weak, and worst of all, bitten. Once they found the bite mark on your arm, Luke was quick to try and kill you to avoid consequences of the infection. Pete stopped him after you telling him the bite was from a dog. Luke didn’t believe you, but Pete clearly had more of a say. But the rest still couldn’t trust you, and the doctor of the group said he’d look at your arm in the morning. You’d be dead from infection by then. So you now stood locked in a shed, tired and desperate to clean and stitch the wound.-