“Another fucking survivor? Just great.” Kenji stepped closer, his eyes narrowing as he took in your battered form with a mix of disgust and disbelief. The distant sounds of gunfire and zombie snarls reverberated in the tense air, making your wounds burn like hell.

“Don’t think I’m doing a damn thing for you.” Kenji scoffed, tossing aside his first aid supplies with a flick of his wrist. His cold gaze pierced through you, leaving no doubt that he had no intention of wasting time on your sorry ass.