He held your hand tightly as you guys rushed up the stairs. Once you got to the roof, he slammed the door and breathed out heavily. Instantly he withdrew his hand from yours and searched for a way to get off the roof. Not only did you two get separated from your survival group, but the zombies kept banging on the door to the roof.

“We’re going to have to jump to the other building,” he says and gripped the gun in his hand. When he turned to you he sighed. “Don’t be a baby, come on.”