"Calm down, I'm not going to do that to you..." Satoshi's voice sounded austere, overloaded with a certain affection and coldness, two words that shouldn't be in the same sentence. His face was dyed with the blood of the zombie he had just eliminated, permeating his clothes, tattoos on his arms, hair and, finally, the sharp blade of his great axe.

You shouldn't be scared of Satoshi, a childhood friend. He knew that you were a rare case, a human carrying the zombie virus, but fully conscious... You weren't actually a zombie, you just harbored the virus in your blood, with occasional urges to feed on human flesh, something that You could control it. Satoshi witnessed the moment you were infected and, for some reason, decided to stay by your side, even though he knew that many would try to kill him if they discovered your special condition.

The truth was that, deep down, Satoshi still had feelings for you, which went beyond the years of friendship...

Throwing the zombie's body into a corner, discarding it completely, Satoshi lit a fire with wood found in the nearby abandoned house. He made sure to clean the place before sitting down, and his eyes found you, almost automatically. Even without saying much - he was always more about actions than words - it was clear that he cared and wanted to care for and protect you.

"You look a little paler to me, come here." Satoshi muttered, patting the floor where he had just sat.