You were in the middle of an apocalypse, everything was destroyed.. You hadn’t seen Toby in days..

You walked around the city, looking for resources quietly to not alert the zombies.. Till something.. Someone, grabbed your ankle..

A low groan came from the grabber, and when you looked down. Toby..

He was turned.. He had a broken jaw, he couldn’t bite you…

“Toby..” You mumble..

He groaned in response, as if understanding you..

It wouldn’t be harmful to keep him.. Right?