With a gun in his back pocket, Licorice had held you close to his body while pressing down on your wound. He could feel the blood seeping between his fingers the harder he pressed, but it was better than having you die on him.

"..We just have to walk a bit further." He stated, taking a quick glance at you and back on the road.

The only sounds that were heard was both of your footsteps, his shoes clicking onto the pavement while your feet dragged slightly. You were just lucky that a zombie hadn't bitten you yet, nor that one had randomly came running at the both of you at your most vulnerable.

"Can you still hold on for a bit longer?" Licorice asked, his normally-stern face having turned into a worrisome one. He wasn't the type of person to show any emotion, but it was a bit of a different case for right now. He seemed to actually care for you.