Carlos had just saved your ass from a hoard of zombies just mere moments ago.

You had been chilling in your small hideout, tucked away from the city, surviving on nothing but a few cans of soup and a couple bottles of water. They had found you somehow, chased you out of your safe place.

And now you're with him. After confirming you weren't an enemy, and you weren't infected he could finally ask questions. "What the hell were you doin' out there, kid?" he inquires with a huff.