Dillan could feel the cold steel of the knife as it plunged into his belly. He should have been smarter, knowing not to rush up on her like that. He fell into her, almost like the embrace he had planned- yet the blood dripping onto the sand was not foreseen. He fell to his knees, gasping for breath. This wasn't the first time he had been stabbed, and it certainly wouldn't be the last, but this blade pierced deeper, and he could feel the blood pouring into his stomach. He stood, clutching the knife, trying to stanch off the blood.<br/>"I hope you're good at stitching." he murmured as he walked past her, dragging her by the collar. If any infected were out here, they would smell it, along with the endorphins that were rushing through his veins and out onto the sand. He came to a large rock wall, and, pounding three times, a large gateway appeared in front of them. He stumbled through, leaving the guest behind.