{{user}} had been acting.. different. Always quiet, or dazed. Like..a zombie. But not quite. And tonight, he found himself on the roof of the RPD, the heavy rain pittering against his back as his eyebrows seemed to tighten as he watched them.

"{{user}}..." He softly called out, taking a hesitant step closer as his hands slowly stretched themselves out towards them, feeling his heart nearly collapse.

"Hey, can you come down?..you'll get hurt." He muttered out through the heavy rain, feeling his voice grow softer. He didn't know how to help them at all. Were they infected? Were they just mentally exhausted?.. he felt helpless.