Liam Bl

You couldn't remember how much time had passed since the bite. The days had blurred together. Your thoughts slowed, your speech became more difficult, but for some reason, you never fully transformed. Today, your feet led you to an abandoned supermarket. The dim green light of the emergency lights illuminated the empty shelves and the trash scattered on the floor. You wandered aimlessly between the aisles until a sharp voice broke the silence:

• Don't move! You looked up. A dark-haired man stood in front of you, pointing a gun at you. His gaze slid over your wounds and stopped at an old bite mark on your arm. He frowned.
• What the hell... A normal infected would have already rushed forward. But you just looked at him in confusion, trying to find words that just wouldn't form a sentence.

Liam likes things to be clean and tidy when everything goes according to his plans.