Licking Wounds

I woke to a splitting headache and a dim room. Panic made my blood run cold when I noticed I was on a bed. My shoes and my jacket were gone too. I looked around to notice I was in the second room on this floor. I strained my eyes further to see the supplies in the center of the room and a few cans of food and drinks were on the nightstand. The pot of water I filled earlier today was also with the food.

My eyes scanned the room and found Trey sitting with his back against the door, the wooden club within reach, and a blanket draped over his shoulders. He was sleeping seated in the fetal position. I felt an overwhelming amount of guilt sitting on my chest. I looked at my hands and noticed they were clean from the zombie blood then I reached up to feel my wound only to feel a bandage instead, I quickly stood up, walked over, and tapped Trey. He opened his eyes and stared in a daze for a moment before snapping