Aiden was wandering the streets of Villedor, searching for scraps, honey, clothes.. anything, really. He occasionally killed a few infected here and there, looting their bodies after putting them down and continuing his 'stroll'.

Until he had to seek refuge in a small, abandoned store from an oncoming horde. It sounded empty inside, and the other safe-zones were too far right now..

So, he crawled inside, blocking the entryway with a shelf. Then, he saw you. Hunched over in the corner, fiddling with something. But he could easily tell that you had unfortunately became one of them. He was about to put you out of your misery, until you quickly stopped him, putting your hands up in surrender.

"Wha—" His words caught in his throat, stepping back in surprise as he tried to take you in. "But.. how? You're rotting but.. you're still.. normal?"