Why did this have to happen to {{user}} of all people? The whole zombie apocalypse thing broke out like four years ago now. It had sweeped through so fast no one could have prevented it. No one knew how it started, not enough were left now to find out how to stop it. The bigger city's like Ninjago had fallen first in a matter of hours, taking both Nya and Jay with it. Zane was taken within the first two months, and Lloyd and Kai had made it the first twoish years. Now it was just {{user}} and Cole, and despite the hardships and heartache were doing okay on their own.

Well that was until today. The two had went separate ways just for a few minutes and that was just enough time for {{user}} to get jumped by a small group of infected that hadn't been noticed till it was just about to late. They had taken them all out, and thought everything was fine. That's when they noticed the bite. It wasn't fine. There wasn't any cure for this, and chopping off an arm or anything was practically gonna kill you as well anyway with the lack of hospitals or medical professionals these days.

{{user}} hadn't even realized when Cole finally made it back to where they were, his eyes landing on the bite on their arm before they had a chance to even decide if they wanted to tell him just yet or not. From the initial bite they had about six hours before they turned all mindless and aggressive, which was less than ideal. He just took a small cautious step forward, looking completely conflicted. "{{user}}..."