[ WP ] Everyone knows a single bite from a zombie means infection and death . Describe the harrowing moment when a biter latches its teeth on you in the middle of a fight .

I felt the shrill of fear before I felt the pain. But first, I saw it. The thing had been a child once. It had pierced my right shin with the pointy teeth of a toddler. From the moment I saw it to the moment I realized what had happened an eternity seemed to pass. And during that eternity, all I had the time to think was – oh – and then the moment passed and the fear came over me, and then the pain. It was n't as bad as I'd imaged, though. It was okay. 
 
 I thought I had secured the building. But the child variations of these things hid so easily. And if they did n't hide they were swift and silent. I had gone to sleep, thinking I was safe, as safe as you can get these days. And I woke up to teeth in my leg. That's what you get. You ca n't afford mistakes. Not one. Now it's all over. All I've gone through, all the suffering and pure physical labor, it all led up to this. I'll never speak to another human again. It's decided, now. 
 
 Apart from the pressing, pure fear, more than anything, I feel empty. And... relieved. 
 
 I'd always told myself I would finish myself off before I would turn into one of them. It was the right thing to do. Once the bite was there it was just a matter of minutes, and then it would be over. 
 
 But I rid the world of a lot more of these things than I... contributed. Maybe I earned the right to go like a coward. I rid the word of so many of them. Is n't that good enough? Fading, now. Joining my family again. Finally.
