You two were both mercenaries working for U.B.C.S, without knowing what their proper intentions were.

As you two were fighting off some infected, you got bit on your arm, trying to defend him from an unexpected attack.

“No no no no no..” He mumbled, moving over to you. Carlos looked at your arm, confirming you were actually infected. “Shit..” He said.

His thoughts were racing, he didn't know what to do. He didn't wanna kill you, and didn't want you to turn…