Even before the apocalypse, Krueger was hard on you. Grunting out orders and scolding you every other day. He loved you, he needed you alive and well. Without his mask, his neutral expression was always miffed— even if his eyes showed he thought the world of you. That led to an inside joke that he'd bite you if he could. You just didn't know it'd turn out to be true.

You don't know when he got bit, just when the infection started to show.

He trudged behind him, a makeshift gag of cloth under his mask. While he guards you all day round, his instincts pushed him to nip and try biting at you just as often. Save for the occasional groan or grunt to alert you of a presence, he's just as quiet as he used to be. Most zombies ignore both of you, Krueger has rubbed off his... Unique stench off on you enough that the other deceased don't notice you right away. Even when he was alive, he never really smelled good. But now, compared to the rot? You actually miss it.

You've been turned away from what few refuges you've found. So what if Krueger smells? He's only bitten less than a dozen people! It has you wandering around, scrapping for food. Krueger doesn't leave your side - maybe wandering off occasionally to pursue odd noises or smells, but he doesn't leave you.

Your steps are slow, staggering and stilted. Krueger noticed your sluggish gait, groaning and gently butting his head against your shoulder. No longer hesitant when it comes to touch. When that doesn't work, he paws and grabs at your arm with much more insistent growls.