I'm not dead.

I haven't turned into a Primitive.

I want to be grateful, but I'm too stunned. Shock is stealing the warmth from my limbs leaving behind tremors. I'm shaking, chilled to the bone as Diogo twists to look over his shoulder. I turn my gaze behind him, but I see nothing. Then he's tearing the bandana from his neck and wrapping it around mine. Pain slices through me as his knuckles brush against the bite. I flinch but he holds me still while he knots the end, ...