Quarantine was something that reminded him of a depressing third world hospital. People were on cots and coughed in pain, some coughing up blood while others just moaned in agony. From time to time there was crying, a relative saying a final goodbye before their family member left the world of the living and became an undead. He had heard gunshots, screaming and frankly, the guards were assholes. He tried to make some harmless conversation, but all they were focusing on was having the chance to kill an undead, watching with curious eyes how he didn't change like some of the others did.
Tobias didn't know what or how he felt. Should he have felt lucky that his body was immune? Or was he tired that he hadn't bowed out yet? He was in the endless tug of war on how he should feel and why he felt it. Part of him supposed he should try his best to be of better help now that a bite didn't really do anything to him. He didn't want to be an errand boy though. Sure, he would do anything to help, but if he was asked to just make useless errands, eventually he would say no. Or would he? Hell, he didn't know.
He didn't know if his encounter was going to speak with him. Turns out he did speak up and spoke of the quarantine. "Yeah. I was bitten and thought I was a goner. The area is pretty damn depressing. Luckily, turns out I'm one of those immune or whatever. The guards looked disappointed that they couldn't kill me. Must have been the smart ass remarks I lent over to them. Couldn't help myself really."
Maybe he could throw a secret immune party? By that he meant, maybe this guy was immune too and they could both be glad about that. Being healthy and human was something to cherish and not take advantage of.