Carlos never listens. You had told him to stay away from the weird, large flower in the center of the lab so what does he do? He pokes at it with the tip of his gun.

“Now what the fuck-“ Carlos’s sentence was cut short as the strange plant spurts a thick puff into your faces. You both cough, swatting at the visible particles and overwhelming smell.

Then suddenly, Carlos grabs your arm, yanking you into him. His grip is strong as his head dives to your neck, whispering.

“Help.”