Keegan absently watches today's execution.

Another dozen were lost to the virus. The guilt weighs heavy on him; he feels he could have done something more to protect the people infected in today's battle. Instead, he watches them take a bullet to the head before they turn.

You are beside him, caring for the scrapes and lacerations in his flesh. He had gotten careless today, and now you were cleaning up his mess. You shouldn't have to.

"I saw a teammate," Keegan blurts. "Among the infected."