You roll you (e/c) eyes as you slump on the floor of the lobby of the abandoned apartment building, placing your dissembled pistol in your lap and sighing. You had only joined the city’s military squad for two weeks, and they were either ignoring you or making of fun of you, and no matter how hard you tried they would never stop. All because you the only friend you did have was dead, well sort of as he was becoming more and more human with every passing day. On your first practice mission you had found him, he was supposed to be your first kill. But there was something about him, something that set him aside from the other walking corpses, a strange glint in his eyes that told there was more to him. So after a lot of convincing, he was allowed to come with you to the city, under the rule that if anything went wrong, you would be held entirely responsible.