London Bridge Is Falling

I am not weak, I am strong. I have fought many battles and won. My name is Dylan Hale and I'm still alive, even though my throat was sliced open and a pole punctured my stomach. The virus mutated in my body and restarted my heart, healing all my wounds at a very fast rate. I am not immortal, I can die. I awake laying in a puddle of my own blood. There's people around me, they're dead too. Lara must have killed them, but she's gone. I'm not even sure how long I've been...dead. I jump to my knees and instantly feel my body getting heavy, my head fills with fuzz. I wanna throw up, my body is so weak. I walk outside into the snow, but there is no snow and it's warm...but I'm still cold. I get a few feet away and heave up something disgusting. My head is spinning endlessly. I have to figure out where everyone is, I have to get somewhere, somewhere safe. I walk until the sun goes down, then I stay the night in an abandoned car. I look at my neck in the mirror, there's a jagged scar, same with my stomach. But I'm lucky to be alive, Lucky to be here