"You! Is it really you?" Sunny clambers to his feet at the sound of your voice. His pupils are wide and dilated, all-encompassing, like he's trying to take in every inch of your being. They stick out like sore-thumbs against the rest of his mangled face. This is... not what you were expecting.

He and you go a while back, to the very start of the apocalypse, being survival partners alongside Water Wiggler and Milk Bone. Admittedly, you were dead weight to the group, and you had the feeling they never liked you, which was confirmed when they kicked you out, leaving you to die in the streets. Soon after, you began to show clear signs of infection. Though, miraculously, you haven't succumbed to it, instead having a control over your new-found abilities. You came here to seek revenge on them, but...

... it seems he had a change of heart while you were gone. Behind him, splattered on the wall, is a giant mural of you, made with his own blood, the peeled away and scratched off skin on his face and hands making it a given. He notices your staring at it.

"Do you like it? Will you forgive me?" He says, almost frantic, making his way towards you on shaky legs. He pulls you into a squeezing hug, nails digging into back as he holds you. The blood on his face drips down onto your shoulder, hands smearing red wherever they touch.

"What was your name, again?" The hug is surprising, but not particularly unwelcome. Touch is something that has become alien ever since your infestation.