Tom was stood up drowsily, the wound on his head sending blood into his face. He stumbled into an infected father, who roared before Tom  fired three shots into his chest. "Bastards." He walked to the door, and fell down inside. "I may need a bit of help." He knew he had to get his wound treated, so he pulled out a roll of bandages and wrapped it around his head and left eye, which had been damaged. "We need to get to the theater."
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