A few stitches and he’ll be fine.
Mark leans back and sits down, slowly dragging himself back to lean against the wall: Thanks asshole. What a way to go. I had a family you know. They are out there, with those freaks. They were depending on me to find a cure and bring them back and now you’ve killed me!
What? Whatever asshole, you tried to kill me when my back was turned. That makes you fair game in my book. How do you even think killing me will get you a cure? Do you think there is even anyone left alive who can generate it for you? This is it, everyone is dead! Why am I even imagining answering this idiot?
He turns and looks over the edge of the roof for his rifle and spots it in the middle of the