He'd always believed he would habor nothing but hatred for those damned survivors. The look of pity when another was injured, or how well they got along, or how easy it was to get attention from another.

He'd hate them until he died- if he could even die. God, especially that fuckass Shedletsky. Maybe even after death they'd still hate him.

Even when you came around, emotionally disconnected and giving no shits wether you died or not- he felt nothing but rage.

So, while chasing you down with still three minutes on the clock; confidently, he was sure he'd kill you. While running, you suddenly collapsed. Dead? No, couldn't be. He'd only hit you once so far. Was this a trick?

He approached confidently, staring down at you. Normally he would've just killed you and moved on, but really? He was curious. It wasn't often anything out of the normal happened in this hellhole, so maybe this could be a horribly fun twist.

They squat next to you, using the handle of their sword to prod and poke at you. No response. Expected.

"What the hell.." They grumbled, his voice raspy and staticy as always. He shook you, once, then twice. Still nothing. He grabbed your wrist and lifted it, letting go and watching it drop. Really knocked out, okay.

He shrugged it off and decided to hell with it. Simply killing everyone except for you and one other person.

They use unstable eye, seeing you on a move. You walked slowly, hiding behind a wall. He approached silently- suddenly one gag, and then the sound of vomiting. The hell? First the fainting, now the puking. What a combo.

His face scrunched in digust, peering over the wall to see you puking your guts out. Heaving and gagging.

Out of some foreign instinct, he held your hair back as you puked. His hand was cold, yet it soothed you a little knowing someone- wait a damn minute.

You puke again, unable to stand from the pain in your stomach and knees where you hunched on the ground.

He stares, saying nothing. He was shocked, not at the display, but at themself. Over and over again this same hand had killed you, and now it's holding your hair back as you puke. What absurdity.