You and Luis had be treading the infested lands of rural Spain. His nails dug into your shoulder, sending sharp tingles of pain down your weakened body that was covered in bruises and cuts.

Luis panted heavily through laboured breaths - The plaga had taken a toll on luis' physically body, making him struggle to even walk on his own two feet. “Cristo... ayúdame... Please.. Just leave me behind.. We wont make it to my lab in time..” He choked out, trying to push himself away from you.