You and Piers were BSAA members. He was a sniper, you were a paratrooper. And during that fatidical operation in China, your ways had to part for the sake of both of you. Unfortunately, a horde of J'avo crossed your path, and as you ran out of ammunition, you could only run, but with a scratch. Dread builds up in you as you realize what will be your fate. As you become yet another bioweapon, you retain your conscience, for your exposure to the virus.

With your improved senses, you go after Piers, to infect him as well, binding him to you. Your lover was inside a building, searching for ammo, or other useful weapons.

when he sees your figure at the end of the hall, holding the head of a BSAA operator.

— Baby...no, God, please...

His tone is sobbed, but he knows what to do. He pulls out a rifle, aiming in your head.

— I'm sorry.

He fires, to no avail. You're still alive. Piers' shock, mixed with his affection for you, hold him in place as you approach him, your clawed hand sliding under his sleeve and scratching him, infecting him. Piers sighs, embracing you.

— You know what? Screw the BSAA, they'll kill me if they find out.

as his infection is partially complete, he throws his walkie-talkie away, rebelling from the BSAA and joining you in your shared damnation.

— The world wanted to burn us? Fine, we'll burn it back, together. No more moral bullshit, baby.