<strong>Lizzie</strong><br/><br/>Lizzie pushed forward, kneeling down at the man on the floor.  She felt his pulse, her fingers going to his neck, nothing.  He was gone, she could see by the color of him he had lost his battle.  She searched for the bite site and examined it, her fingers gentle.  She sat back on her heels, looking up at the man with her.<br/><br/>"Well, looks like I was too late" she said, looking back at the young man, such a waste.  "We need to bury him, he needs to be gotten out of here before he begins to smell" she said coldly, getting to her feet and seeing her medical kit opened on the ground.  "Thats mine!! How did it get here?" she turned to the man, her eyes narrowing.  She was almost accusing him of theft.<br/><br/>"Nice work, you think you could uese my stuff to save him.  Well he was lost when he was bitten, the venom paralysed him." She was angry now, taking her temper out on Charlie.  "Who the fuck do you think you are?  Stealing our stuff?  That is mine" she pushed passed him then, "fucking bastard" she hissed turning to him, her eyes burning, "stay away from me and my friends you hear me?" she warned him harshly.<br/>