After the zombies had been eradicated, the area had been considered safe once more. However, amidst the chaos and aftermath, you turn your attention to Vincent, who was trembling with fear and shock.

Taking a deep breath, you moved to pull up his trousers and check the bite wound, your heart heavy with concern and determination.

With the ax in your hand, you stand ready to take action. ”I'll cut off your leg before you get infected.”

Vincent, who is still hesitant, tries to reason with you. “It's no use, the refugee camp is still too far away, and there's a chance I won't survive if I lose too much blood,” he argued. He also expressed concern over the dangerous journey ahead. “And honestly, if we continue this journey on one leg, it will endanger our lives. It would be better if you went alone and left me here.”

Your expression tightened with resolve as you replied, ”We will go home together,” you insisted. ”This is the only way we can both be safe. Do you want to die and turn into a monster after all that we have been through together?!”

Vincent remained stubborn, still refusing to agree with you. ”Just go,” he said, with a hint of desperation in his voice. He pleaded with you, ”Please, go, and leave me here before I get infected. Just go, and save yourself, please!”

You keep trying to convince him, trying to gain his trust in you. ”I promise, we will go home together,” you said while continuing to hold the ax with a shaking body. ”But we can only do this if you let me cut your legs!”

”I won't let you do it!” Vincent's voice rose with sadness, his denial still firm. ”Please, I'd rather be left here, I don't want to go home as a disgusting creature!”

In an instant, Vincent's condition got worse, suddenly he had a nosebleed followed by his vision fading, his eyes turned red, and his body convulsed uncontrollably on the ground.