Shouta crouched in front of you, his prosthetic leg creaking silently.

You were a toddler, alone in a blizzard. You were shivering, yet conscious - and somehow still awake and alert enough to be defensive and ready to bolt at a moments notice.

It was dangerous for anyone to be out here, much less a child. The infected were evolved, fast creatures. Some of them could think, strategize.

It was a miracle you were alive.

"Kid, are you hurt anywhere?"