Zombie-infected soldier’s POV
No…what have I done?
Is that kid…my son?
I couldn’t believe my eyes.
No way…this can’t be him!
If that to be true, I must save him!
So, after that horrifying realization, I lifted the dead boy’s body and took it somewhere deep in this building so I could try to save him.
There I laid his body on a dirty bed and grabbed my small First Aid Kit from my belt, before getting a towel to apply pressure on his wound.
His wound, or rather, his wounds, are on his back, so I turned his body around in order to apply pressure on it.
I did so, and I worked on trying to remove the bullets from his body.
It was pretty hard, and after that, I don’t think it was all of them that I removed.
Nevertheless, I removed his jacket and used it to cover his shot wounds for now.
I hoped he could survive, or not. Get faster updates on g.com.
After that, I sat down on the ground, being worried for him.
“Kashi…” my mind echoed, “…I hoped it was you…I am sorry for killing you…”
But, at the same time, I was angry at someone for turning me into this and making me do this.
“That guy…” I uttered under my breath with anger, “…I’ll never forgive him for this…”
So, I planned to seek vengeance against him for all this.