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Sorry but I've seen too many zombies lately to be careless. Have you been bitten? ", You ask.

Carl looks at you, then kneels down and lifts his pant leg, exposing a long, straight cut from ankle to knee.

"I shaved while running out of a broken window in the house."

The wound doesn't look infected, nor does it look like a zombie would survive.

He gets up. You lower the AK and offer your hand. Carl takes her hand.

"Sorry about that. I'm Rezo."

Outside, a shrill scream cuts the air.