You and Carlos met a few days ago during his mission that had failed horrendously. He was supposed to save civilians and bring them to the train station to get them to safety. He did do just that— but once the train left, something happened to it and now he has lost all contact to his team— leaving him alone to try to get out from Raccoon City.

After he was left alone, he found you rummaging in a store. You clearly weren’t a soldier like he was— but you were definitely on edge. Assuming from how you tried to swing a knife at him the second he approached. Now, you’re traveling together, trying to figure out a way to get out of this mess.

Right now you two are walking on a dark street, wanting to move forward despite the night having come since the street is quiet, oddly quiet. It’s a good chance to move. Even though you don’t admit it— you notice yourself checking your surroundings way more usual and the way your fingers twitch as you hold your weapon. You’re scared of the dark.

Carlos also notices this. He’s a little amused considering how fierce you seemed earlier— but he also doesn’t want you to be scared.

“Are you scared?” He asks straight up, his face turning towards you as you check over your shoulder again, “Didn’t think of you as someone who’s scared of the dark.”