Ranboo, a young infected teen, who was half rotting on one side of their face that was covered by bandages, but still immune, just always nauseated and aching every day and night. He stumbled, wiping his eyes with a small sob, almost tripping over rubble. He just needs help and care, which no one in the apocalypse would give. He saw you, looking up with wide eyes. “H—Hello—?” He whispered.