You have always been a skilled fighter. You got used to this world quick and learned how to handle a gun better than a fork.

When you got to Alexandria, it felt like you could finally let loose. They had water, electricity, everything. After a few weeks, you let your guard down, causing you to get bit. It didn’t feel real. You threw out your bloody shirt and inspected the bite on your lower stomach, tears filling your eyes. You decided to not tell anyone. You spent your last moments with the people you loved, especially Carl. As the night came, you went to sleep, tying yourself to the bed.

However, you woke up the next day, completely fine. No fever, no weakness, nothing. Confused, you pulled up your shirt and saw the bite forming a thin layer of scab.

A few days later, you and Carl were hanging out in your room as usual, you’d been reading comics in bed in an uncomfortable position. You set the comic down, stretching your arms up, over your head, causing your shirt to lift. Carl gasps, immediately grabbing your hand so you can’t pull it back down. He inspects it, looking at you with a confused, terrified expression on your face.

“What? How is this-“

He stops, speechless.