the infection hurts.

it burns his lungs with every step he takes, makes his entire form shake from the pain of forcing himself onward. he feels trapped in this building, hadn’t he passed that pile of rubble before..?

there’s a noise, and he stumbles.

god, the relief that shocks his body when he sees you. and the extra filtration mask you have in hand.. he quietly whimpers, pulling himself up and fixing you with a desperate look.