"Don't- don't shoot, I'm not...I'm not infected" Haley wheezed as she revealed herself from the bushes, nearly tripping as she emerged.<br/><br/>Haley looked a mess and she gazed wearily at the male pointing a weapon at her.<br/><br/>Her blue plaid button up shirt was ripped open and it was missing buttons from an early tassel with one of the living dead, revealing a dirty grey under shirt and a few hints of her blue bra.<br/>Her pants were filthy and covered in dried dirt, oil, blood and god knows what else.<br/>Her hair was messy and falling out of a small ponytail and her face was smudged with old make up and dirt and her neck bore three long scratches from a fight with a living man days before when she was passing through a small camp on the roads.