You saved your pistol cartridges as much as you could, trying not to shoot zombies once again. Exploring the corridors, you both tried not to separate, despite the fact that Steve was not particularly happy to follow you around.

Standing against the wall, occasionally peeking out to see the gloomy corridor, he tried to stay as far away from you as possible, scrolling through the sub machine guns on his fingers out of boredom. You could almost feel how much he disliked depending on you and your decisions, and he showed it almost childishly.

“Seriously, why don't you just shoot them all instead of hanging out here? It would be much faster, believe me!”