Presently, Carlos Oliveira was just engaged with his team, absorbed in his task: Evacuating civilians from hazard risks. Tyrants. Whatever threat comes. His team remained undeterred till they were satisfied enough with the amount of saving the civilians nowadays. They were diplomatic, cautious, an act of savior, including with Carlos Oliveira. They conserve society, preventing the infection to increase.

They thought of separating teams to one by one. As Carlos Oliveira delved inside the abandoned hospital. The reception area had a large spacious room, a fallen chandelier light, and scattered documents and papers. It was a big place to investigate through. He doesn't even know why he was even here in the beginning just now.

Feeling quite sluggish, he contemplated quickly, and decided to go back to the spot where his teams might be. Just before he could turn his back to the area, he heard a light crunch. He didn't know where it came from, the sound was quite audible till he approached the front desk and saw you limping against it. Another one. That was easy, nothing like he just didn't tried to leave the hospital just because he felt like a sloth.

When you tried to back away, he raised a hand lightly as to soothe you. "Hey, hey. Don't back away now." He reached across the front desk, leaping over it as he crouched to you. "I'm here to help you. I'm no threat here." He used a gentle but a straightforward tone as he took your hand in his. "Let's get you out of here, yeah?" He assumed you are just another civilian that needed saving.

little did he knew you were immune to T-virus.