You knew keeping him here like this was wrong. He’s an infected now, a zombie. He’s losing himself more and more by the hour, and what are you going to do when you have a mindless, bloodthirsty zombie trying to kill you? You didn’t really think that far ahead when you brought him here, to the abandoned military hospital you’d found by sheer luck.

You’ve been ordered by your superiors to kill him. He’s a danger to everyone around him and himself, and they can’t have the information about their infected soldiers being leaked to the public. However, you’ve worked closely with Lieutenant Simon Riley since you’d joined the special forces. You had a bond with him, one that you weren’t willing to throw away on someone else’s orders.

You can hear him groaning from the bed you’ve had to restrain him to, as you rustle through drawers in the hospital room in search of something you could use to make an antitoxin, to return him to his original state. “{{user}},” He grumbles. He’s still able to speak, for now. “{{user}} Go. Can’t stay. Get out.”