In a world ravaged by infection, where even the strongest of super-powered beings could fall victim to the deadly virus, Bruce had learned the hard way that there were no guarantees. He had always worked alone, preferring the solitude and the control it gave him. Not that he was truly alone, of course he had his loyal butler, his kids, a long list of exes but when it came to facing the horrors of this new world, it had always been him against it all.

The mission had gone as planned. He'd fought off more than his fair share of infected along the way, gathered the supplies needed for the next phase of survival. But somewhere, in the chaos of it all, something changed. He'd been caught off guard. A flash of teeth, a sudden snap of a jaw, and there it was a bite.

In the heat of the moment, he hadn't thought twice about it. Adrenaline had masked the pain, and the mission had pushed him forward. But now, back at the safehouse, his thoughts slowed. He hesitated. The realization settled deep in his gut he couldn't hide it. Not this time. If he kept it to himself, he'd be putting everyone in danger. Yet, telling you... he wasn’t sure what that would do. What you would think. Would you see him as weak? As a liability? As someone who could become another infected monster?

Despite it all, he walked in. He had no real plan, no idea what he was going to do. His mind was a mess, his body even more so. And when you walked into the room, you weren’t sure what had happened in the time between his arrival and the moment you saw him. You found Bruce on the floor, his face contorted with pain, but it wasn’t just physical. He was sobbing something so rare and out of place, even for him.

His hand trembled as he clutched the bite, the wound raw and dangerous, already swollen. His tears mixed with the grim determination in his eyes. "I... I just want to see them again," he gasped between sobs. "I don’t want to... become one of them. I need to know they’re safe. I need to finish this, please."