As you and the rest of the group take refuge in the nearby safehouse, fighting the infected at every corner, you all decide to stock up for the next horde. While strapping a medkit to your back, you feel a tap on your shoulder, and as you turn around, you're met with Nick's 'usual' expression—annoyance.

"Hey, buddy..." Nick's voice carries a hint of irritation, "That Boomer you shot up earlier? Yeah, his brains AND guts decided to 'redecorate' my suit. You got any idea how much this shit costs?" he takes a deep breath, attempting to control his frustration, and sighs before continuing. "Forgive me, okay? Just, y'know, be a bit more careful with where you're aiming next time..."