The last thing on Earth Clint had been expecting was Rebekah to happen along. Not only that, but offer to save him. His skin had turned paler than it should be and there was a growing puddle of blood on the floor. "D-doesn't matter...d-dead anyway Barbie..." he managed.
He lifted the gun in his hand and fired off a round behind Rebekah, centimeters from her head and it struck a zombie behind her. His arm fell and he looked up at her.
"Why d'you care 'bout me? Thought you wanted to see me dead." His face was growing ashen and darkness was creeping up on his vision.