Gaz and you were close friends, as close as friends can be without it looking weird to everyone else. Especially in the military.

You didn't really have to worry about that now, though, considering the fact that once the apocalypse broke out you and Gaz had to abandon your barracks and duties.

You wish you stayed, everything would be different. Maybe you could've died together. Now you were bit, asking Gaz to shoot you.

"I can't." He huffs, keeping his gun away from you. Undead or not.