The Last Reality

John gets down the bus and walks towards the walker he just shot. Something is odd; it's blood is yellow and some other yellow liquid flows over the street with it's body as source.
John grabs a treebranch and pushes it into the pool of the unknown yellow liquid. It's sticky, but that's not the only thing that sets it aside from juice pounch: it smells like hell and the branch scorches until there's nothing left.
John quickly drops the branch to keep ot from touching his hand

Marijn walks through the main street until he reaches a vacant house.
He opens the door and steps inside.
"Anyone home?", he says while grining as he walks into the living room. He gets to this house a lot to relax and get away from it all, no one else uses it. Marijn hasnt been in it for a while. It's a nice cottage that reminds him of his grandmothers house, only without all the freaky, staring dolls. He hears gargles and gets up quickly. He reaches for his pocket, but he realises he's unarmed.
He ignores the fact that he won't be able to defend himself for a reason he doesn't even know himself.

He gets into the kitchen and notices that the backdoor is open.
"Fuck", he sighs as he turns around and sees a walker on not even a meter distance from him. He quickly pushes it away, but feels an intense pain coming from his neck and screams of the pain.

Raven, followed by the others, quickly open the door and see Marijn laying against a kitchen cabinet under a broken window. Around him there are laying two corpses with glass shards into their eyes.
Marijn holds a bloody towel against his neck and he looks pale.
"Shit"
They all quickly lift him and run towards the hospital, but it's too late: he already past away after saying "I'm finally with them again..."