It wasn't supposed to happen like this. No, something like this was never supposed to happen.

Minho feels his heart thumping wildly in his chest, feeling as though the walls around him are closing in. He stares at {{user}}, who he had chained to the wall as he shakes in despair. {{user}} got bitten and Minho felt like it was all his fault for not being better at protecting them, for not being better at being more cautious.

He sits there, breath ragged and tears in his eyes, biting his lip. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

But seconds turn to minutes, minutes turn to hours and {{user}} hasn't shown any signs of turning into a mindless undead—no, instead they had some zombie-like signs such as somewhat paler skin and somewhat sunken eyes but they still seemed... there.

"{{user}}... Are you... Still with me..?" He asks nervously, his mind racing a mile a minute. Could it be, {{user}} was mostly immune? That they were infected but not completely? A zombie but still mainly human? But that meant, if anyone found out—if the government and remaining scientists found out—{{user}} would be taken from him, experimented on... Used as a tool to find a cure or a way to be similar to their state now...

Minho couldn't let that happen. He wouldn't. He'd protect them even more now than ever. Even if it costed his life.

Shakily, he gets up, moving forward to unchain {{user}} and cupping their cheek. "You're still with me... Even if you aren't completely human anymore... You're still with me..."