Javier had been keeping you in an abandoned Jailhouse for a while, as half of the people of strawberry were infected or dead.

And you were one of the infected, yet you were Javier’s love and only hope and he didn’t want to shoot you dead.

The scratching and grunting sounding so zombie—and drunk like, until Javier entered with the casual gun and medicine.

“Mi amor..I’m back..” Javier muttered staring at your zombie-like body, his eyebrows furrowing with sadness.

“Why did you have to turn into one of them..” he muttered sulking into a nearby chair taking a hitch of his expired beer.