Fuck! He’d been bit on the arm!
No, wait.. It was a cut! But the edge was ragged, or maybe the blood just made it look that way?
Frank leaned harder against the door, trying to ignore the pounding from the other side.
How he had got through them he did not know. It had been a nightmare. He closed his eyes and tried not to think about the flailing death on the other side of the door.
He was getting faint! Maybe it had been a bite? He can’t have lost that much blood so soon? Could he?
In wild desperation Frank picked up his knife and gritted his teeth.