Tripp Narrative

Sam ran deeper into the forest frantically searching for his friends. He yelled for his friends, but he never got an answer in return. He looked around to see if he was being followed, but he didn’t hear anything in the empty forest. He got startled as he heard the sound of a gunshot behind him.
“Tripp? Is that you? James? Are you there?” He waited for a minute, hoping to hear something.
“Sam? Is that you?” Sam turned into the direction of Tripp’s voice.
“Tripp, lets just get out of this forest.” There was a long pause in the forest, then Sam heard and saw a bush move, but he didn’t know if it was a person or the breeze. Then, he saw Tripp running from the distance toward him. First he looked relieved to finally see Sam, but then his face

Watch out!” Sam turned around and saw a man sprinting after Sam.
“James?” As the man got closer, Sam realized that it was one of the dead. He turned around and started to sprint, but he tripped over a tree branch and hit his head on a rock. He turned his body and looked up. The dead man fell on him and tried to dig his teeth into Sam’s flesh, but Sam put his hands on the man’s head, trying to keep his teeth as far away as possible. “Tripp! Help me!” Sam felt the man’s weight get heavier as he tried to eat Sam’s flesh. Sam’s left hand slipped off his face and took a big bite out of his right

We’re over here!” Tripp waved his arms in the air in an attempt to get James’ attention.
James ran faster than Sam had ever seen him run before. “Finally, I thought I was never going to see you guys again.” He looked down and noticed that Sam was bleeding. “Is Sam alright?”
“He’s been bitten.” Tripp held his gun up and pointed it to Sam’s head. “I’m sorry, but I can’t let you turn.”
“Tripp, you can’t be serious. You can’t just kill him.”
“It’s either kill him, or let him turn into one of those things. Trust me, this is the right choice.”
Sam stared at Tripp in disbelief. “Tripp, you can’t kill me! Maybe I’ll live! Maybe I’ll survive this bite.”
“We can’t take that chance. I’m sorry. James, turn away.”
Tripp looked at Sam and held up his gun at Sam’s head. He hesitated before he started to count down to three. Sam closed his eyes and waited for it to all end.
“One. Two. Three.”
Sam heard the clip of the pistol as Tripp pulled the trigger, but there was no loud bang as he expected. He opened his eyes.
“Out of ammo?” asked James.
“Perhaps I should have checked the clip before deciding to shoot Sam.” He put his pistol into his gun holster and looked up at James.
“Can I use your gun?”
James took his gun out of his holster and checked the clip. “Sorry, I’m