obviously major damage to his skull. Steve turns around slowly to see the dead body. Something had happened here but he can’t remember that part.

Intoxicated by the infection that was struggling to re-establish control over his mind, he drifts away from the very dangerous situation he just found himself in and looks down to his feet: I’m still wearing my boots. That’s good… It’s always good to have a good set of boots. You never know where you’ll end up. But with good boots, you’ve got a good start… you’ll be ok… My laces are opened though…

He looks up again and, as if it were the first time he noticed, and is surprised to see the infected swarm of bodies standing in front of him.