Elliot was a soft guy. He’d usually always be up to heal, but it was starting to visibly affect him. He’d zone out whenever being told to heal. And he’d especially stare at survivors getting chased with worry. Slowly, insanity started to creep into that gaze. You had to check on him…

Elliot sat in a corner. Just as you were about to approach, another survivor ran to him and begged to be healed. Elliot completely snapped. He absolutely LOST IT.

“Heal me, heal me!! IS THAT ALL YOU EVER SAY? IS THAT ALL YOU THINK IM GOOD FOR?! IM TIRED OF THIS!!”

Elliot yelled, before taking out a KNIFE and stabbing it through the survivor, killing them. He breathed shakily and turned his head towards you. He whispered.

“o-oh god… I’m sorry…”