Sebastian felt his throat close in the sudden thought that she would kill him. His hands were shaking more now, and he was afraid. "No I'm fine!" He shouts shooting still.

"No, you have been bitten and infected. I can't kill you now, but..." Would she really ever have the heart to kill him? He was pretty much a stranger. Through all the books and movies she saw, anyone who had been infected had to be killed. There was never any cure. Except, maybe there was a cure this time. Real life wasn't a movie or a book. She didn't have the brains and knowledge to do it, but someone had to. She could hope.

"But I'm fine really! I don't feel anything!" Sebastian was telling the truth he felt no different then he had to begin with, there was hardly any pain as well.

"I'm gonna take a look later." Maybe it only affected if it went into the main bloodstream. Either way, she'd do whatever she would normally do to keep him alive. For now, they just end wanted to stay alive. "Hey, come on. We can get away now. I got some supplies. Either way, I'm cleaning that wound. If you're somehow insanely lucky and didn't infected from the zombies, I don't need you getting some other form of normal infections."

Sebastian nods firming the gun still. He was afraid to turn, afraid of death. Here he had been just trying to save that guy Leon and what had happened? He had been the one to die.

The smoke bomb rolls in through the door Filling the room with smoke as the man makes his way in to help the unlucky two that had been inside. He grabs the man first dragging in outside while his friend, Polo went in and grabbed the girl.

"Whaa-?" A man suddenly came to the scene, grabbing them both. She saw a an object and smoke filled the room, though there was already smoke from the fire.

No need for hydrogen sulfide! Some guy had thrown a smoke bomb. Shrugging, Michael put away his firearm and the knife.
Now this scene needed an explosion, to get rid of the sick zombies. He could, but, mostly likely bed did getting the crystals.

Sebastian was shocked someone had saved them both before throwing in a grenade. He turns to look his saver in the eye but finds that the man had gone to searchin him. "Hey!" Sebastian shouts as the man takes his gun.

"You won't need this for now, not yet." The new man says in a thick Russain accent. His friend pulls the girl out patting her down as well.

"Er, yes... Alright?" As long he didn't wanna kill them, it should've been fine. "Who are you?" She demanded.

The guy that grabbed Sebastian speaks first. "I'm Morco, and this is Polo." He says gestering to his friend. "We have come to help fight of the dead." His accent made it hard to understand him for the most part, but he seemed to not notice.

Polo nods. "That's right. Our friend you see he was taken, and we came to help him find his way back so that he can help stop the dead." Polo had a different accent, one that sounded like it came from a Spanish speaking country, yet he didn't look Mexican.

Sebastian was confused his head spinning from blood lose. "That's great and all but we need to get going." He says trying to stand hiding his arm from sight.

"Wait, that Leon guy...? And your names are really Marco and Polo?" Maybe it was the madness going about, but she wanted to start laughing hysterically, but that would've been insanely rude. But she let a giggle escape. "Thank you, though. Thank you very much for helping us." Glancing at Sebastian, he seemed...more pale. "Sebastian, what's wrong?"