Nixion panted, covered in parts of the undead. He really hated zombies.
“They almost got me there,” he said, panting. And they almost had. They were pulling at him, covering him, suffocating him. He would have died if not for everyone there. They had saved him.
Lynxia frowned at straightened up. She was looking at Nixion oddly, and a few seconds later, Mist was as well.
Nixion frowned right back. “What?” he asked. Lynxia tried to say something, but just pointed to his arm. Nixion looked down at it. There was a bite mark on it, like someone had decided to start having a little snack. A few seconds later he realised what it was.
He reached down and tapped a bone that had come from a zombie. It didn’t break. He got back up and felt his wrist. No pulse.
He looked at the others fearfully, while they looked back at him in shock.
He was a zombieContinue one from there. What would you do? Would you kill me, or let me go, or take me to try and find a cure. I'm going to coninue it myself, but i want you guys to show me what you would do. Oh, and others can be anyone you want. Everyone could be in it if you wanted, or just a few people. Get writing people! Continue it!