John finally kicked the mess of a body off of him, and was able to process what was going on. First, he realized he was now covered in blood...[i]infected blood[/i]. "Oh god, oh fuck." He flicked a bone shard off his chest. "Goddammit." He kept mumbling obscenities to himself. Not yet aware of all the eyes in the room staring directly at him. His nonsensical muttering only added to the suspicion of him being infected.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," A blonde woman panicked, whilst standing up. Judging from the way the two held each other, John gathered that she probably knew the girl next to her. "He's infected, everyone get away from him!" The words didn't seem to bother her friend, however, as she had already begun rummaging through the dead marine's pockets only a few feet away. Taking whatever supplies she deemed useful, which was mostly everything. The blood didn't seem to bother her.

"I'm not infected. I just -- what?" The panic started to creep up John's spine. Some of the other survivors were listening to her, and had already started backing away. Their fear muddled minds had already decided. "I, uh, no." The small brown haired woman that had taken nearly everything from the dead marine was gone as quick as she came. 

“Can I grab this? Or are you planning on using it?" A voice asked from behind him, he couldn't place the accent but it didn't sound American. Russian maybe? He spun around to see her hand on the rife. The rifle! John snatched it out from under her hand, worried that the other survivors might attack him. He might need it for self protection.

The decision to arm himself did not bode well with the others, one woman had even began crying. All they saw was a man covered in infected blood, and white flaky bone fragments; standing there holding a gun. Those that were on the fence about him being him infecting were now completely sure of it. "Now look here-"

"Ask him a maths question," A voice called out from the catwalk, "the infected can't logic for shit." John couldn't quite see who had said it.

“7 times 7!!” The foreigner quickly demanded.

"Shit, uh..." It had been awhile since he had done multiplication, and the stress of the situation wasn't helping his case. "For--fortynine!" He answered finally. "See?! I'm not infected!" He claimed triumphantly. Some of the survivors seemed to sigh with a relief, but he could tell that not everyone was convinced. "You believe me, right?" He asked the girl next to him, the one he prevented from taking the rifle.