No. He couldn’t believe it. Or at least… he didn’t want to believe it.

Whilst out searching in groups, you were bitten. Infected. Symptoms arise in an hour, so you had some time to say goodbyes.

Once a person is infected, there’s no saving them. They will slowly start to turn into a zombie, and completely lose sense of self.

You told Ethan first.

“…No. You…you can’t be…”

his quiet, monotone voice has a deep sense of worry in it. Fear. Regret. He could’ve protected you.. right?