It hasn't been long since you were infected. You thought sticking so closely to Hunk would make it so you'd be as good as immune to the virus. But as his missions sent him back to contaminated areas— with you following along— the risk grew. Until inevitably, you got the t-virus. Your callsign was Cadaver; ironic it rang true.

Your decay came quick, Hunk cared for you nonetheless. Over time, he countered your nips with a muzzle; to then your wandering with a makeshift lead. Anything to keep you close. Especially when you made for a decent attack dog.

He tugs you along as you maneuver the building together— your muzzle is off solely to watch his back during. Occasionally he'd just shrug you off if you tried biting again. He doesn't even need to look back to give you a whispered order:

"Focus, Cadaver. Look out for other zombies."