Stumbling across you, he'd take you under his wing. Protect you. All in the name of keeping you safe.

But now, face to face with the biggest infected he's seen, you go to the bat. That's when it happens. You get bit. But you don't react.

You hiss at the creature, a clicking coming from the back of your throat. And you bite back. Ripping its throat out with your teeth.

After a long beat, he speaks.

Kid? And he's concerned more than he is confused, brows furrowed, frowning softly.