Carlos had searched tirelessly, killing anything and everything that crossed his path, his mind set on finding the antivirus.

Every room was swept diligently, looking for Dr. Bard, hoping that he would show him where the supply was. Why?

{{user}} was infected.

He didn’t have much time. It had been a day’s worth of time between when he found them laying in an alleyway, a metallic gate separating them from the now destroyed town square, Nemesis long gone from the scene.

Carlos had picked them up and carried them all the way to the hospital, to find the cure. They laid on a cot, a pained expression on their face as they tossed and turned here and there, the process of turning taking its toll on them.

It had been about an hour, but Carlos’s finally found where Dr. Bard had died, his recording playing out on a computer, the male punching it in irritation at the revelation of how dire the situation truly was.

Nevertheless, he grabbed the last purple vial in the refrigerated room connected to the lab, making haste on returning to {{user}}, the very S.T.A.R.S. member that stuck their neck out to find a solution to this outbreak.

With a soft pant, Carlos pushed the door open, immediately walking up to their body, one hand moving their sleeve up as the other rose the needle to his face, grabbing its cover with his teeth and spitting it to the ground.

Carefully pressing the needle into their skin, he pressed down, the purple liquid lowering into their arm before it was empty.

With heavy shoulders, he found a seat and sat, waiting. Hours had passed, the male falling asleep slumped over the back of a chair when they finally moved, a soft groan coming from them.

Carlos didn’t waste any time when he awoke from the sound, tired eyes widened as they turned on their side, eyes opening slowly.

“Oh, thank god….” His voice rose, body nearing theirs on the cot. “How are you feeling..?” His then asked, voice soft, brows furrowed.