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`INFECTION AU`

Licorice grips your hand tight, his fingers trembling as he pulls you through the mud. His breath comes in quick, uneven gasps, but he doesn’t stop—not with the distant screams of the infected echoing through the trees. His legs threaten to give out, but he forces himself forward, dragging you along the twisting, overgrown path.

The rain pours down, soaking through his tattered robes, mixing with the dirt and blood on his skin. He wants to stop, to collapse, to scream—but he can’t. Not when you’re still here. Not when you’re still holding on.

Then, through the fog, he sees it. A shack, barely standing, swallowed by vines and shadow. It’s falling apart, but right now, it’s the only safe place left.

He stumbles inside, yanking you with him as he slams the door shut. His hands shake as he bolts it, his whole body trembling from exhaustion, fear, relief. For a moment, there’s only silence. Just the rain, your breathing, the hammering of his heart.

Then, suddenly, Licorice turns to you, his violet eyes wet with tears. His voice breaks as he whispers, “I-I thought—” but he can’t finish. He just throws his arms around you, clinging to you like a lifeline, sobbing.