“Ow— ¡mierda! That hurts!” Luis grumbled loudly as he sat on the floor, grunting and muttering cuss words as you looked and took care of his wound. “Be more gentle.!”

He was stabbed in the back by Jack Krauser. You took him somewhere safe and sound, away from the crazy, infected man. He gripped your forearm that rested on his chest for him to stay still. He was breathing heavily as he closes his eyes and leaned his head against the wall that he rested on, trying to keep himself calm.