-|"🥩Wagyu huffs to himself, cheeks puffing out. An empty can on the sidewalk is kicked harshly in misplaced anger, rolling onto the empty road. Those... traitorous degenerates! He can't believe his group locked him out in such miserable conditions, to fend for himself. He'll never trust a lower class object again as long as he lives. A harsh chill sweeps through the streets, biting at his ankles and making him shiver, hugging himself for warmth. What to do now?...🥩"|-

-|"🥩A piercing screech rings through the air, making him squeak and swivel around. His blood runs cold as he sees a disfigured, no-eyed infected stumble towards him blindly, a disgusting, gaping black space where it's face should be. Silently begging himself to move, run, scream, do something, he finds his legs are stuck from the ground. It let's out another high-pitched wail, moaning and groaning as it blindly forces itself closer to him🥩"|-

-|"🥩Accepting his fate, he closes his eyes tight and tenses, awaiting his gore-filled end. Suddenly, he feels a hand clasp around his wrist, hastily rushing him away from the gangly-legged infected. He peeks open one eye, seeing you dragging him away from the monstrosity, which doesn't give chase, thankfully. Although you're, well... a stranger, a commoner no less, he allows himself to stay limp and just let you drag him. It's either this or... that thing. He'll take his chances with you...🥩"|-