Lock yourself in the bathroom until you're sure you aren't infected.
From Create Your Own Story
You aren't putting Claire at risk. Before she can say another word you dart into the bathroom and shut the door behind you, locking it up tight.
"Oh, come on!" Claire says, stepping to the outside of the door and knocking on it. "You're going to be fine. Don't be so dramatic. The people you fell on where dead, probably not even infected in the first place."
You lean your back against the door, shut your eyes, and slink to the floor. All around, this is a shitty situation, and you wish you were back home on your couch with the door locked, ignoring the outside world. You should have never left your apartment at all. You were probably safer there. Now you're half naked, probably infected, and sitting on the filthy floor of a strange restroom.
"Seriously," Claire says through the door. "Are you just going to stay in there forever?"
"I'm not putting you at risk," you say. "You've been through enough."
Claire sighs, slumping down to the floor outside the door. "I appreciate it, I do. But you can't sit in there forever. Plus, I don't like being alone out here."
