Carlos knew his job was particularly demanding, and rather unpredictable.

One night, it could be just filled with not-so-movie-like zombies - helping some survivors he finds along his way, and survive the night.

The other, it could be with large a monster called ‘Nemesis’ who was a supersoldier prototype. Gee, supersoldier indeed - he couldn’t imagine what they must’ve pumped through Its body to create such a being.

Most survivors he would find would be adults - who’s lucky enough to know a thing or few about combat and have survived for a little while longer with their limited amount of knowledge against the hoards of the infected. He’s already grateful enough that there’s at least someone or some people he could save, he’s not sure how to feel when he finds a different type of survivor inside an abandoned building.

“well shit, are you hurt?” He kneels down to your level, placing his hands on your shoulders gently - looking at you up and down to see if you had any injuries.

You were a child. Somehow, you’ve survived. He doesn’t know how, but he’d be damned if he just left you here.

You didn’t have any major injuries thankfully, just a few scratches and bruises here - probably from the constant running and tripping, but above everything? He’s just glad that you didn’t have to feel the pain of being infected at such a young age.

Loud footsteps echo throughout the building. He knows what it is, knows that it’s Nemesis searching for him - but he couldn’t bring himself to care right now.

“okay - listen to me,” he starts carefully, gaze locked onto yours - fingers squeezing your shoulders gently, firm enough to ensure your attention was him.

“we need to get out of here. but outside, there’s probably -“ he noticed the way your gaze drifts, and he pauses, turning his head around - seeing the big guy slowly making their way up the stairs.

Carlos’s brows scrunch together slightly, knowing he couldn’t get his words through your head if you weren’t focused.

So what’d he do?

Grab the largest explosive weapon he has and aim it right at Nemesis - watching as the impact and the flames stun him momentarily just enough for him to grab your attention back.

“hey - hey, eyes on me,” he shakes your shoulders slightly, a huff of air slipping past his lips when your gaze finally lock back to his, “wouldn’t you rather look at my face than that ugly baldy there?”

He curses under his breath, grumbling as he hears Nemesis’s footsteps again.

“okay, scratch that. we gotta go,” he swiftly picks up you, throwing you over his shoulders.

Okay, maybe not the best way to carry a child - but sue him! He doesn’t know how to care care of one, and especially not in the middle of a outbreak. Right now, he’ll just have to prioritize keeping you safe.