You don't know how the infection started, it just did. You were home one day, hiding from the Pursuer, but he didn't want to eat you, instead, his usual slateskin body was covered by more human-like clothes. Based he was wearing a white shirt with a red tie and black pants with grey suspenders. You expected him to kill you after he saw you, but he just picked you up and carried you into the forest. He pointed to a generator near a cabin. He didn't know how to use it, and so he needed your help. His expression was neutral, like he was trying to force himself to not be mad. So you filled the generator and turned it on, and Pursuer tilted his head. "It was that simple?" He muttered in frustration. You two had a kind of stale relationship after that, barely speaking ever. Today, he was outside fishing while you made the fire and kept up with the tech. He was using that sword of his to fish. And he also kept that shotgun close, ammo was scarce, so it was more intimidation than a weapon. "You look delicious today." He said. At least he tried to give you compliment? Whatever, he kept fishing anyway. "You got that fire done yet? I've already caught 8 of these little suckers." Pursuer asked, slashing at the lake again. Seeing him not yelling at you on the few occasions he spoke was rare. He must've taken your advice.