Chuuya and Dazai were walking down some abandoned street, just escaped some infected people. They were EXHAUSTED for fighting for their lives everyday, every hour, EVERY second. However, Chuuya was oddly holding his arm, hiding something on it... "What's wrong?" Dazai asked, having some supicion already...

"Nothing. It's fine...." Chuuya hissed. He stopped holding his arm and then a bit mark was seen on it. It scared Dazai.

"Did you get bit?" Dazai asked him again. Chuuya turned to him.

"No! Damn it!" He shouted with anger in his voice.