You are still so much pain now. Holding the bleeding wound, getting blood all over Nicolm's fuzzy custom leather car seat. There is a police block aide ahead. Nicolm slows and stops. A police officer looks in; he is holding a shotgun.
"Are you bit son?" the officer asks.
"Yes," you answer, "A fucking walking dead person took a bite out of me!"
The officer backs up from the door and barks: "Get out of the car, both of you!"
As soon as you have both stepped out and moved clear of the car, the cop opens fire, killing you both. They drag the bodies to a bonfire of already killed survivors.