Simon blinked as the struggle was a little less than it had been. Or more that he wasn't having to fight as hard to keep the damn thing down. He sat up, blinking.
"Milly?" The distraction was enough to let the zombie get in a good scratch. This wasn't going to work. "You really shouldn't be here. It isn't safe." He didn't know who she was, even if he did, he probably would have said the same thing.
He shifted his weight and, with a soft grunt, penetrated the zombie's dead flesh - the damn thing had actually bitten him. That wasn't what he'd planned on. The hissed Chinese said as much. He hadn't brought a second syringe.