OOC: Alright, will do.
A hand tugged at Morse's hand, and he twisted his wrist and thrusted his combat knife into that rotting face. He then turned around and fired two consecutive shots of his pistol at a zombie, one at the torso and one at the head. The zombie wouldn't be bothering anyone anymore. Quickly he flicked the gun over his shoulder, and checked every conceivable angle that something could come from around him. There was nothing but silence. He was safe for now. He looked at the dead bodies on the floor around him, and in particular a young, blonde, uniformed man lying still on the floor, with his light blue eyes wide open. Morse sighed and bent down.
"Recquiesat in pace," he muttered, closing his eyelids. He then proceeded to strip the soldier of the patrol of his ammunition, as well as the other soldiers of theirs on the floor; they wouldn't be needing it where they were going. He then stood up, preparing to leave, before noticing something odd. He counted the numbers of soldiers on the floor and paused.
He's not here.
Morse looked along the dirt for clues, and noticed a faint trail of blood leading about ten metres away beyond some bushes, and Morse cautiously followed it. As he got to the end of the trail, he found a body at the end of it. A breathing body. As the man raised his head, Morse could see that he was wounded.
"So it comes down to this...", the man spat, his deep wounds dripping with blood.
"What can I say, karma," Morse replied unsympathetically.
The man lying injured on the ground appeared to be angry, but he couldn't do anything. He was almost unable to move. Stuttering, the man tried to get to his feet and grabbed onto Morse's shoulder.
"H-help me," he pleaded, tears forming in his eyes. Morse removed the hand from his shoulder,and threw the man backwards, who staggered and fell to the ground.
"After what you did to me?" he questioned aggressively. "I'd rather see you suffer." With that, Morse walked slowly away from him towards a nearby cave, leaving him to the scavengers, unless he succumbed to the infection first.
Morse paused, and turned one last time.
"You're going to hell!" the man screamed, before sinking deeper to the floor.
Morse's expression remained unchanged. "I'm already in hell," he replied, and turned his back on the dying man.