I'm back.

I can't do this.

I can't do this.

Feliciano was one of them. He's a zombie now. It was either get bit by him, or shoot him. I couldn't let either of those happen. Calling his name, it didn't work. Snarls and growls were all I heard. He had no memories of me at all. I ran.

I ran back here. I can't shoot Feliciano. I'd cut off my hand the moment I do. I'd rather end with the world, than live with the dead.