Y/N: After my mom got infected, he was never the same. He had her tied to the bed for a while before putting her down. For a while, he sat by that bed while she growled and tried to chew on him. Did nothing but sit there, sleep and drink.
Lev sat there in silence, listening to the backstory of Deathstroke.
Y/N: Come to find out, my mom had turned into a special variant. This type of zombie is actually undead rather than just another infected. We call them walkers.
The mercenary looked at Lev.
Y/N: I don't know where he is now. I heard about a random band called the saviors. Their leader's description matches my dad down to the last detail. The nail in the coffin is his name, Negan.
Lev asked questions with great interest on the story.
Lev: How did you get separated from him?
Y/N: Ha. . . I got separated by a patch of walkers. He said he would find me. But that was many years ago. I don't doubt that he's been looking for me. He just doesn't know where to look. I heard that he and the saviors took over a settlement called Alexandria in Kentucky. When everything is said and done, I'll look for him there.
Abby walked into the room with a list in her hand. Her, Y/N and Lev are going to go to the Wolf hospital to get the proper equipment to treat Yara.
As the three left, Y/N caught Owen smirking at him in his peripheral vision.
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As the building they needed to get to was spotted, Lev expressed confusion on why they had to do this at all.
Lev: Why do we need to get supplies? Doesn't your friend have everything? She's a surgeon.
Y/N: If we do with what Owen has around, your sister will probably die. Infection most likely.
Lev: Will she make it if we get the supplies?
Y/N: Most likely.
Lev nodded as the three moved through the abandoned buildings, collecting usable items. Y/N stopped in his tracks when he saw a dead Seraphite holding a beauty.
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Y/N: Hello.
He picked up the smg a pulled a few spare mags from the Seraphite. Abby looked at the weapon while Lev looked down at the fallen Seraphite.
Abby: HK?
Y/N: Yep. Modified. Seraphite was shot. Sniper round.
Y/N saw Lev's demeanor change.
Y/N: Hey, it's alright, kid.
Lev nodded. Y/N wasn't the best at comforting an until now enemy, but he's not emotionless so he'll try.
Y/N: We'll probably have to take down Seraphites. If you want, you can go back to the marina. There's no shame in it.
