He was ambivalent to the knowledge he was dying. Laying in that basement, slowly bleeding out, while the girl he could have loved stared down a monster.
"Run Brigitte," he thought while looking at her. He tried to speak but all that came were gasps and he could feel his heart slowing.
She looked at him, sadness and fear in her glazed eyes. The virus was spreading through her and soon she'll be like her sister, like Ginger. She should have taken the cure when they were safe, they both could've ran. But she could never have left her sister. She couldn't leave her sister, not even now as she knelt in the pool of his blood and began scooping it into her mouth.
He tried moving his arm, to get her to stop or to get her to run he didn't know, when she began gagging on the blood. The animal opposite her growled as she rose, leaped at her as she ran. He could hear the chase, then the screams, and finally the sobbing.
"You tried to save her Brigitte, I'm sorry." he thought and then… nothing.
notes: I've never written one of these before so I made an attempt that probably failed so I feel the need to apologize.