Your name is Mikael, and you just saw your friend get bitten.
Maybe there was!
She always carried a blade with her, and luckily for you, it was... relatively clean. The important thing here was that it remained untouched by walker blood or guts. Sterility was better left for slower situations. She saw how you looked at her weapon, and there was a predictable moment of panic. "Woah woah woah woah now, you can't seriously want to--"
"If you see another way outta this, might wanna say it now."
Your blunt response shocked her, then seemed to relieve her, and she offered you a shaky smile. "Heh, asshole. Go right ahead then, if y'think it'll work."
It took you three chops to get through her arm. You cut just a bit too high, but you needed to be sure. You needed to be sure. The screams still unnerve you to this day, honestly. But she made it, and you didn't have to go back to the group as some kind of failure. Hopefully Vick wouldn't be too pissed about her losing an arm, as it wasn't really her dominant hand. It was weird when you didn't hear from him for a while after you both got back, but you figured this wouldn't end up earning too much punishment.
The next day, you were walking Kath over to the tent the group used for medical procedures, fully intending to clean her wound and reapply bandages. You had just about reached the tent when a shot rang out and she crumpled to the ground, boneless. The blood sprayed across your face, and you could feel somethig dripping... God, was that her brain? You gag... you gag and you stand there, staring at your former friend with wide eyes. Why? She was fine! You fixed it!
Vick didn't care about things like that.
