(So sorry for the late post! I need to figure out how to get RPG to give me notifications when you post here xD)

Norman wanted to vomit himself, but somehow kept it in check, even after his companion decided to let loose. After her episode, she commented on a sickness that was spreading.
"No, it couldn't be that, right? I mean, we would have heard SOMETHING about a disease that would turn people into Resident Evil knock-offs. Hope we don't run into Wesker..." He smiled, then shook his head. 

Bad joke.

"So we just have to get out of here, police are probably on their way, so just mak..." He could hear the scraping of footsteps behind him, Norman whipping around just in time to see the outstretched arms of what was a mall security guard, a guttural moan emitting from his mouth. 
"GAH!" Norman dodged left, casting a glance at the knife in his trembling hand. A moment later, he voluntarily commanded his hand upward, thrusting the knife into the undead's head. He withdrew the now gore-laden knife, the would-be attacker crumpling to the ground, Norman breathing rapidly as he told the woman:
"I just did that...did I just kill a man? No, he was dead already...right?" He shook his head violently.
"Ok, ok, ok, just get out." He looked to his left, noting the double doors leading outside to the parking garage. 
"We can get out through there."