Looking around for a while was.. tiring. You didn't know why people didn't like you, you were kind and always tried to help others.. you didn't even need to eat or drink as much now! And yet, every time, they abandoned you!

After another run-in with an infected.. well, not really a run-in, just it.. staring at you with soulless eyes and leaving, but still, after that, you were wandering in an alleyway. Trying to find someone, Your arms itched, causing you to slightly itch them as you moved. But then.. you saw someone.

Turns out he was.. also looking for a survival partner. Just like you. So you both decided to help eachother out. Besides, you could somewhat feel that this guy was somewhat like you in a way, even if he was raised in High Society, and still like to brag about it. His name was apparently Wagyu, or something like that.

It's been a few weeks by now, and.. something weird was happening. One of your limbs just suddenly bursted open in a VERY PAINFUL way, into a shape like the infected. Parasites falling out. OW, OW, OW. You could barely pull yourself back together. And Wagyu came into the room at your cries. You just pulled your arm back together, and he couldn't really say much. Eventually, he does say something.

"You.. do that too?"

He asks, somewhat confused but also slightly.. relieved that what happened to him wasn't just a him thing.