Rose shook her head at the same time she tried to get her belt off her hips and pants. All with one hand. She looked clumsy, but she got it. The holster and guns were on the ground and what was left was an empty belt. she wrapped it above the wound on her arm, using her teeth to get the belt through the buckle and tightened it. She had to stop the bleeding and the belt was the only thing that tightened good enough around her arm. 

Rose groaned from the pain when she fastened it, but she couldn't buckle the belt with one hand. 

"Help me, please." Rose asked Ash while she was listening to her. There were others like her? How big would the chance be that she became like her as well? 

"Did you became like this right away?" Rose asked. "A talking zombie?" - "uh, I mean a [i]hunter[/i]?" Rose quickly said and a small smile curved her lips. At least, it was an attempt to smile, the pain from her wound was too much. But talking and keeping busy helped her blocking out the pain. Rose had been shot before, but that pain was nothing compared to this zombie bite. 

Her brown eyes stared into space for a moment while she was thinking. Was there someone left she could call? A friend, a relative, someone she loved? No...

"Our chief..." Rose answered. "No, wait, Brody." Brody was a good friend of her brother. Her parents were gone, her brother was dead too and she didn't know about the rest of her family. But Brody and her became best friends since the virus. He was the only one she had left that reminded her of her family. But Brody was on another mission, or perhaps he was already back? 

"I think I can contact Brody." But she was wasn't sure exactly how. She was in pain and her brains weren't really working along. Maybe it was the virus, maybe it was the loss of blood.