Both you, Adler, and some others had been tasked to investigate an abandoned facility once it came out that there were hordes of the undead terrorizing and threatening humanity all around, with the intention to put a stop to it all.

However, things didn't go according to plan, and you had gotten bit by a zombie — you had gotten infected.

You sit in a secluded area away from the others, your breathing heavy and laboured as you hold your hand over the bite wound on the forearm of your other arm, trying to stop the bleeding and as a useless attempt to hide it. And when Adler, the last person you'd want to discover this, happened to find you and is now trying to aid you. Unfortunately, the damage had already been done.

“Bell, you're gonna be okay, just hold on,” He tried to reassure you, as well as himself, holding your bitten arm in his hands as he closely and carefully inspected the wound on your forearm, trying to keep calm. It wasn't doing much, though, considering the situation.