Wilbur stared at you in shock. The boyfriend he knew before the apocalypse, his skin now pale with a slight green hue. He aimed his gun at Quackity's infected forehead, but he saw something different in his glassy eyes. Recognition, maybe?

He shakily lowered his gun, his hands trembling. "Q.." He muttered sadly. "Are you.. can you hear me?" He asked. He knew he was stupid, and he hoped Tubbo and Ranboo wouldn't find out he was sparing a zombie, but this was different. It had to be. This was Quackity just.. different.