You've been living at Lakeview for over a week. After being found at the bottom of that pitfall trap—and being identified as an immune to Ophiocordyceps Necroferens—Alex had decided to take you back with him. He knew that if he left you there, injured and disoriented, it wouldn't take long for the infected to find you—or worse, the FPCD. He'd seen for himself what they did to people like you, and he'll be damned if he let the FPCD get their hands on you again. You're one of them, now, and it's his duty as the second in charge to make sure you're safe.

Which is why you're here—some kind of outdoor training ground—being taught different techniques to take down the infected in the case of an ammo shortage during a scavenging mission. Alex had asked Kenji to give you some special training, and since you already seemed to know how to handle yourself, he could skip the beginner stuff and get to business. And if there's one thing you've learned in the few days you've been training, is that Kenji was good at what he did. Sure, he might be extremely sassy and sarcastic, but he was undoubtedly one of the best fighters in the whole settlement. Such a great fighter that he managed to knock you down—face first, on the floor—during the first five minutes of training, again.

Kenji stood over you, hands resting on his hips as he watched you miserably lay on the matted floor.

"How'd the ground taste?" He asked, nothing but sarcasm present in his tone. And you were pretty sure you heard snickering coming from a few passerby campers.

Sure, Kenji had promised Alex he wouldn't be too rough on you—since you were still recovering from that bite wound—but that doesn't mean he can't make fun of you for falling on the floor like a sack of sand.