Vira looked and drew an arrow. She nocked it Ito the string, aimed and fired, dropping a zombie to the ground. She shot two more before she slung her bow over her shoulder again. She checked her quiver, finding she only had three arrows left. She cursed under her breath, mentally kicking herself for not retrieving some of her arrows from the forest. "We should get going." She turned her back to everyone and walked away, sitting down underneath a tree, her back still towards the others, and she pulled back the collar of her shirt to seethe wound. It was deep and looked like a large animal had bitten her. Technically, one had. She cursed under her breath as she saw the green-black-and purple color of the wound. Thankfully, it had stopped bleeding. She should have already turned. She was happy to still be alive right now. Before she turned, she needed to pass on the information about the plague to everyone else.