Phantom Jester wasn't sure how it happened, but somehow, he was bleeding. Bad. He had gone out to scavenge for supplies inside of a nearby clinic, but one of the doctors had still been alive, and things had gotten bad. The zombie had been holding a scalpel, and damn those things are sharp when they slice through your stomach.
He was barely conscious when he finally made it back to camp.
"Jake...!" He called, but his voice sounded so very quiet. "Homie, you back yet...?"
He stumbled down onto the ground, leaning against the car. A glance at his hands revealed that his hands were soaked in blood. He wasn't doing so well...
"B-bro...?"
He was barely conscious when he finally made it back to camp.
"Jake...!" He called, but his voice sounded so very quiet. "Homie, you back yet...?"
He stumbled down onto the ground, leaning against the car. A glance at his hands revealed that his hands were soaked in blood. He wasn't doing so well...
"B-bro...?"