Food and time are in short supply. Not enough to sustain both of us.
I can already feel the infection coursing through my body. It won’t be long before I turn.
If I kill myself, she might have a chance at survival in the overrun city.
If I kill her, while my mind’s still intact, it’ll be a small mercy. Then I can join the bloodthirsty hordes on the streets.
One gun, one bullet, one decision. Only one of us walks out of here.
The old revolver feels heavy in my hands. My trembling finger caresses the trigger.