I turned around with my eyes wide as I unconsciously muttered, "You gotta be kidding me. Fu*k." Looking at the fallen man clutching his arm as it turned dark. I looked back as the groaning of the zombies got nearer and nearer.
I ran to the front and looked at his arm rapidly turning into a zombie's while also extending to the remaining parts of his body.
"You were also attacked."
He looked up while reaching out his arm, which I kicked and decided to leave him there. I couldn't do anything to make him live. I saw this same scene many times over the past few days. Once the person gets attacked, there is no turning back. Seeing him like that, I felt hate when I remembered my partner's death.
