Restoration

Your jaw drops as you see the slowly approaching mob.
"Ohh shit" you whisper, slowly reaching for the handgun you had packed back into your bag. Upon pulling it out, to your horror, you realize... You're out of ammo. You used your last bullets on the estranged zombie. 'Welp' you decide, you'll just have to fight them off with your bare hands, without becoming zombie meat yourself. Aeryn and Axon attempt to discourage you from your horrendous idea, and encourage you to get moving in the other direction. But you decide against it and run full speed and bare-claw into the band of infected. Bouncing over worms and quite easily snapping the bones of the infected, they were already half deteriorated, you manage to immobilize a good chunk of the group. Until it happens, an uninjured individual pulls you to the side. You flail and kick, alerting Axon and Aeryn, who rush through the group, throwing the infected to each side until they reach you and the singular other. But what surprises you, is that the individual hasn't attacked yet, but rather, seems...scared...remorseful perhaps? They look just as diseased as the rest of the group. Appendages missing, with raptorial forearms replacing them, as well as thin black worms making their way out of each wound. The thing whispers in a deep hoarse gurgle,
"Please...Get away, get away while you still can. You don't want to succumb to the same fate we did. Please...please...I'm begging you, Get out of here and find a cure. Find a cure for this awful infection." Your mind races for a few moments, feeling sorry for the deformed creature, despite knowing, you truly never realized that all of the infected were once happy, healthy individuals with families and friends of their own. They have just been practically brainwashed by the parasite lurking deep inside of them. Then, in a split second, without thinking, you grab the zombie and make a run for it, just hoping that Axon and Aeryn follow. You race to the other end of the city, the thing limping and struggling to keep up. Eventually, you find a good place to hide until this passes, an abandoned building with unlocked doors. You yank the doors open and pull the others inside, by now Axon and Aeryn have caught up to you. You let them all sit down and take the floor. First, turning to the zombie.
"Alright, I know we should never trust the infected, but you seem different. So, tell me, tell us. What is your name, and how did this all start, yknow, your infection?" The deteriorated creature looks around nervously and speaks up.
"Well, You'd be right, I am different. The parasite didn't find me to be a good host and removed itself. But, not before wreaking havoc on my body and leaving its little pseudo-worms. But anyway, my name is Kip. And my infection started years ago when my spouse ate a chunk of diseased meat and got infected. They seemed fine at first, but as the infection progressed they got more and more aggressive. Eventually, they bit me when I tried to get them to a hospital. That's when it started, indescribable pain. It felt like my organs were melting, and my brain was frying. Then's when the deterioration came, day by day more of my skin would just...flake off, eventually turning into my whole arm falling off. and the side of my face melting into a gaping hole, as you can see. These...buggy arms came in place of the missing limbs, I was trying to fight it until then, that's when I realized it was too late and was just ready to succumb to what was clearly my fate. I was hurling chunks daily, I guess that's the way the parasite made its way out, because then I started to feel better, sure, there's no undoing the damage that was already done, but my skin stopped flaking and my organs didn't feel like they were melting anymore. Well, I guess that leads us to now. I try to blend in with the group, so they don't try to re-infect me. But, any chance that I get, with any new and healthy souls that dare find their way into this city, I try my very best to warn, or at least scare them into saving themselves..."