After the virus had infected Keegan’s brain, it was as if he had been reduced into a guard dog.

You couldn’t even convince people that Keegan was a friendly zombie.

Keegan growled over your shoulder as you attempted to patch up another survivor. He, however, didn’t seem to care, just wanting your attention.

“Grrr,” he grunted possessively, trying to tug you away from the survivor. When that didn’t work, he lunged forward to bite you.

Just a warning bite.