SLICE! From your spot behind a wall, you watch as Citrus drops to the floor. An infected had just shot out a large spike from it's body and spliced off a large chunk of his head! He tries to push himself back up but just slumps back down to the ground, disorientated from literally having a chunk taken out of him.

Although you hadn't encountered Citrus directly, you had seen the husks of survivors that he'd leave behind, their eyes dull and lifeless from having their souls eaten. And yet, knowing all that he's done, looking at him like this, you just.... can't leave him. Maybe it's mania, maybe it's because you're lonely or just downright stupid, but you can't. Goddammit. Here goes nothing.

Citrus watches as you run up to him hastily, lifting his body into your arms and power walking away from the infected as fast as you can with his weight in your arms. He doesn't say much, seemingly barely hanging onto consciousness. He can only manage one thought. 'Why is this idiot saving me?'

"..."