All I remember was that I was running down a long hallway. I was running from those... things... the infected. One with a hooded sweater was leaping towards me, slowly catching up to me. I began to scream as he landed and barely scratched me, but it was enough to draw blood. I yelped in pain but started running faster then ever. I was hating myself for forgetting some extra ammo for my pistol, which was in my hand as I ran, I only had one bullet remaining in my clip and didn't want to waste it on a shot I would surely miss, because if I slowed down to get a proper aim at the leaping infected, I would surely get pounced by it. I was nearing the end of the hall and busted through a door, looking for another way to the stairs. I ran face-first into a shelf for I was in a storage closet and I knew that right there, I was gonna die.
The infected pushed me into the shelves after I turned to face him, so now I was sitting and trying to fight him off, I noticed my pistol in the corner of the room and tried to go for it but the infected stopped me from moving. I screamed as he moved his face close to mine, he seemed to be examining my facial features, with a wicked look in his eyes for they seemed to glow slightly. He moved his head into my neck and... sniffed me. He must have wanted to get a good look at me before mutilating me and decorating the walls with my blood. I got a chance to study the infecteds face. He had faded gray skin, and to my surprise his skin was very clean for I knew this infected pounces and tears apart survivors. His eyes had faded milky irises and upon inspection found that his eyes used to be blue, and he also had red veins in his eyes easily noticeable up close. I saw some of his hair too, matted with dirt and blood. He noticed my wrists were bleeding under his hands for he was gripping them too tightly and his claws were cutting my skin up. He bent down and licked up some of the blood, he growled a, somewhat friendly growl. I wondered why he hadn't just killed me yet but as I said that, he bit my shoulder, hard. I yelped in pain as I felt the pain and the blood staining my own jacket. I knew I probably wasn't immune and felt chills go down my spine from the pain as well as the thoughts of what I would soon become, if he didn't kill me at least.
All the while the infected seemed very happy, seeing my scared expression. He brought his hand up to my face and felt as he touched my face.