No

The thought of Hailey out there alone at the mercy of the zombies makes Kathryn’s stomach sink. But Kathryn can’t bring herself to unlock the door. Instead shes sits on her couch, hoping that Hailey will come back on her own. There’s no way after all that Hailey could be one of them after all, green skinned and brainless, mindlessly fucking. But days pass and Hailey doesn’t return to the apartment. Kathryn sits in the darkness, whispering that Hailey is fine and she’s going to be fine and there’s nothing to stress over. The moans from outside suggest otherwise, however, as they grow in intensity. Kathryn listens to the moans of the infected as they mate and revel in the infection. In her heart she knows that Hailey is one of those voices, maybe not one of the ones outside your windows, but somewhere in the city she’s a part of the song of the undead. You could have saved her maybe but you were too much of a coward to even consider it. You don’t deserve to be the one still living, you don’t even deserve to be a zombie, the euphoria of zombification too good a reward for your actions during the last week. No, there’s only one thing you deserve. With a sudden surge of determination Kathryn finds her feet for the first time in two days. Staggering to the window you pull the curtains back, the piercing sunlight making you squint. In the street below, she sees many green bodies rubbing together in a never ending orgy. Kathryn don’t know why you were so scared. After all, the worst thing that could have happened to you was turning into a brain dead whore, which doesn’t seem like that bad a fate in hindsight. But any thought of that is in the past, the opportunity long gone. This is what she deserves, this is how she can apologize for leaving Hailey to be fucked and turned. Before her resolve can waver, Kathryn grips the window and pulls it up, before flinging herself out into the open air. She barely has time to register the feeling of weightlessness, before the ground comes up to meet you and everything goes black.