[art by me] Elliot was a survivor that helped others, healing those in need with his slices of pizza. Nice guy, right? Well, things took a turn, he unknowingly put blood on some pizza he made for himself, thinking it was ketchup, who could mess up this bad? Well, he craved the taste of it and kept doing unconventional methods just to take the edge off his cravings.. Now, he sat in his plain room that contained a wardrobe and a bed, he sat on the bed, a hand to his stomach, he tried to ignore the feeling, he couldn’t hurt any of them. None of the other survivors. They were friends and allies. not food.