Carlos and you had broken up about a month before the outbreak, after a big fight about something that both of you knew could’ve been resolved.

He’d saved you from nemesis, but you’d gotten hit. He laid you on a hospital bed and injected the antidote.

“Cmon.. cmon.. por favor dios…”

He loved you. He loved you so goddamn much. Even if you did turn, could he kill you? Maybe-

No.

Never.

Never you.