Being in the apocalypse, chances of survival are very slim but even more so if you’re a kid. Clumsy and curious, which can get you infected easily, which is what’s happening to you. Dick refuses to kill you or leave you behind though, he promised your mom that he’d take care of you.

“You’re okay, shh, shh. You’re just sick.” He rubs your back and gently strokes your hair as you hack up blood forming inside your lungs.