It seemed like the world had hit on the stop button the moment Ryan witnessed you crash onto the floor out of nowhere — okay, maybe it was from your indefinite blood loss, but it was incredibly sudden.

He wasted no time in rushing to your side, immediately putting pressure on the wound as he did for Nick. He kept muttering your name over and over under his breath, a desperate attempt to regain your consciousness. But to no one’s luck, you were out cold.

Creatures scoured the camp grounds, killing everything and everyone in their sights — leaving a trail of helpless medical emergencies and even more infected corpses. It was a miracle people were still living.

And after a lot of dragging and pathetic stumbling, Ryan had successfully pulled you into a cabin, resting your body on anything nearby that could be seen as a bed. A frustrated huff escaped him, placing himself down on the empty space next to you.

He’d stay by your side until your eyes fluttered open once more, you were the only other male counselor he actually trusted around here — he’d like to keep it that way. He couldn’t let anyone else die tonight, and before he knew it, his fingers were interlocking with yours.