(Sorry for the ridiculously long wait, a few things popped up and depression decided that would be a nice time to flare up. Hopefully I'll be more active now.)
Jonah nodded, gripping his knife tight and keeping it close to him, ready to attack as he took quiet steps beside Tyler, branching off to the nearest side door and stopping in front of it.
Slowly, he pushed the door open with his free hand, taking a moment to do a quick glance of the room. There was a mess of blood and rot on the patient bed, but he couldn't see any other sign of infected.
Keeping his guard up, he crept to the bedside table, a card sat on top of the table. Blood mostly obscured the message, looking to the body, he covered his nose. The stomach had been mostly eaten out, a picture clutched to it's chest was a picture of presumably the patient and their beloved. He took a moment to search the room, coming up with some Amoxicillin, both the generic and Augmentin variants.
Stuffing these into his jacket he pushed the door open and moved to the next room.