Christopher "Chris" Perry Halliwell. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} changethefuture) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} vas_captio_rpg, |
Chris shuddered, trying to press himself closer to the wall though human contact was what he really wanted. Needed, even if he didn't know for certain if he could handle it. He was slightly worried about getting others sick though, and that was a small part of his logic for finding himself a dark corner to hide away in. His mind hadn't quite caught up to the fact he had been bitten by a zombie and was unnaturally sick because of it, and could very well turn into one.
"She was one of them. I don't know how but she was and..." The pain of speaking and the agitation that was rising the longer he thought about Piper cut him off, wincing as he slipped a hand out of the blanket to press to the bandage on the left side of his neck. Elliot had done as well as she could cleaning him up, but there was still grime under his nails and some dirty patches from the morning's shock.