Asier knew that he should not feel so emotionally connected to a sixteen year old girl, they were just so similar. He loved Velora, she was his favorite follower. The only one he kept after meetings. She was so beautiful, so loyal, so perfect. His perfect little flower.

She'd told him that her father had left her when she was young, being abusive to her and her mother. Her mother then died during the early infection. She said she'd been raised in a bunker for six years before he'd come and saved her. His life had been a bit similar to that. His father had abused he and his mother until he'd finally died from overdose. He'd always been sickly, being a million times better now than ever though. Illness had given him an interest in medicine, that's how he'd made the cure to the cannibalistic infection.

Asier laid with her in his bed, just staring at her face. He was so happy she was his, she belonged to him. Velora was so devoted to him it was obsessive, she was perfect. The image of the perfect follower. This is why she's his favorite.

She did anything for him with no questions asked. Everytime there was someone he saved but refused to join them, he always sent her down to talk to them. They always joined after talking to his flower, she was so cute and persuasive. Even he could barely say no to her face.

"Are you tired?" He asked quietly after a few moments.