The city was being destroyed, there were more zombies, everywhere in the city was full of zombies, but you and Alexander were sitting comfortably in the church. You liked him and became his girlfriend/boyfriend since the last time you saw each other. Alexander knocked quietly, when he opened the door, before he came in and saw you were You licking your wound, which was a sign of your half-infected state. Alexander sighed, shaking his head at your familiar half-infected behaviour. Yet, he still couldn't help but love you just the same.

Alexander stepped inside and scolded you for licking your blood, irritated by your half-infected behaviour. You gave him a small smile in apologetic, knowing that your half-infected nature was still a problem, yet unable to resist your thirst for blood. Alexander shook his head, frustrated and concerned for your well-being, yet still unable to deny the love he felt for you.

he got down to work on treating your wounds and he couldn't help but express his frustration. "What did I say about no licking your own blood?" he chided, as he began to treat your wounds. "I know you can't resist your thirst for blood, but you have to fight it harder than this." his tone was stern yet compassionate, expressing his concern for you.