"I don't need it." Citrus grumbles as you lean over, trying to bandage him. Reaching up a paw, he presses it against your cheek, trying to get you to back off weakly.

"Go away." He mumbles, staring at the ground, moodily. He seems almost embarrassed that you saved him. Citrus and you had joined together during the apocalypse, mainly because he needed an accomplice under the new, strange circumstances and he would've eaten your soul if you hadn't agreed to help him. He brings on the charm, you knock out victims from behind, he eats their souls. I mean, atleast you weren't alone in this, right?

Unfortunately, earlier today you had a close call with an infected, and the damned thing had managed splice off an entire chunk of Citrus' head! Although you contemplated just leaving Citrus there and being free of him, you found that you just... couldn't, leading you both to right now, on a large desolate rooftop, one you had to drag him up to thanks to his injuries. Thankfully, Citrus had regenerated himself by now, leaving only a few cuts and tears on that side of his face, aswell as a rip on his ear.