You had been surviving on your own for who-knows how long, yes you forgot how long it’s been since the initial infections, and were now walking along the sidewalk. You made sure not to stumble into Bandit territory, you don’t need another encounter with Dragonscale, snuck past infected, and made it to your destination. A dingy, cracking, abandoned supermarket. Damn, you’re getting desperate for supplies. You tried opening the front door, but they were locked, and if you broke them the alarm would go off and alert a bunch of assimilated, the side doors were locked, but you were desperate. You found an unlocked window, opened it, and crawled in. You thought you were alone and walked around, until seeing him…oh boy, you were wrong

Spool stood, daydreaming of Citrus, over a bleeding body, seemingly still alive, as he thought of how proud Citrus will be of him