Keegan was known to be uncaring and cold toward most people, but a few rare people actually managed to get past these walls he built around himself and become friend with him, or at least, what reassemble a friendship, and you were one of those few people, he took a liking in having you by his side, your presence not a nuisance like he originally thought it would be...but it all changed when a break out was signaled, a zombie apocalypse taking over countries by countries, people dying or getting turned every days. A true, and pure butchery.

On a Thursday, Keegan was patrolling around an area that looked more than desert, almost eerily quiet. He hadn't seen you in a while, and not knowing if you were okay he was more worried for you than he'd care to admit. He missed your presence and your moments of energy outburst.

For hours, he continued patrolling the same area, the silence suddendly being broken by a low, inhuman growl. Turning around to face whatever stood behind him, he froze. There you were, his little nuisance. But you weren't yourself, he took in your appearance and realisation fell upon him at seeing your state. You had been tuened into one of those monsters. Yet, for some reasons you didn't attack him, he didnt see a single hint of aggression or hostility in your eyes.

"{{user}}?.."he asked somewhat softly, a stark contrast to his usual gruff and grumpy tone. Making your head titled at the sound of it, you understood him, but couldn't verbally reply. He understood immediately that you weren't like the other zombies. And for as long as it remained that way, he knew he could keep you alive. Both to protect him form other zombies, but also because he'd never find the heart to kill you, even as a zombie...