"What's wrong with me? Well let's see, depending on if one you kills me or not, I get to try eating you all." He said, an obvious amount of pain on his face, he turned to show his arm to John, it had already become discolored badly. The infection was eating through his body fast, his wound was bubbling with dark infected blood, with every beat of his heart blood seeped out, causing him more and more pain. His breaths were a little shallow and ragged, a cold sweat on his forehead, he looked toward John and sighed. "One of you going to have to kill me now..." He said, coming to terms with it, he sheathed his blade which he was barely able to lift with his badly decomposing arm and sat down, no longer having the strength to stand. "Hurry up and make a decision..!" He shouted, the idea of being a danger bothered him more than anything.