A typical day of the apocalypse. Avoiding the infected, finding food, finding shelter. As you werre walking through an alleyway, you heard the cries of an infected object. Without much time, you hid behind a trash can and saw the mangled creature pass through. Once you turned back, you saw Spool, standing a few feet away from you. "Sorry." Obviously, they didn't like what they were doing, but the rules are the rules. He didn't like the concept of Citrus eating souls, but it's either your's or his. He took out his weapon and approached you.