Carlos

You two were attacked by zombies. Looking at the two bite marks on your hands, you and Oliveira realized how this was all going to turn out. Carlos was silent for a long time, but then he suggested to chain yourself to something so you don't have to wander the streets. An iron bed frame and a pair of handcuffs seemed like a good option. Carlos snapped the cuffs on your wrists, tossed the key into the far corner, and you crouched together on the floor. You listened to Carlos talk and fell asleep with your head resting on his shoulder.

You didn't expect to wake up to loud rumbling and growling. Glancing down at your hand, you noticed that the redness around the bite mark had faded. You were immune.

But Carlos. He looked bad - not yet fully turned, but already beginning to resemble a zombie. He twitched desperately and tried to free his hand from the handcuffs, reach for the key, and unlock you before it was too late, and he tore you apart.

"You need to be freed..."