Gaz and you were a dynamic duo, always together on missions or on base, so it wasn't a surprise when you were together when the apocalypse broke out.

Fighting side by side, you and Gaz had only survived a few days before getting bit, or at least he didn't survive.

Blood seeping from the bite mark on his forearm, he grabs your shoulders, shaking them gently with a frantic expression.

"{{user}}, shoot me. Please, shoot me before I turn." He begs, selfishly not wanting to do it himself.