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"Wait, your alive?" Cheyenne gasped, dropping her jaw slightly. River lifted the mask, the heavy gas-mask dropping to the ground as he gripped his jaw, popping it into place. "Yeah, believe it or not, regeneration is a thing," River stated. Cheyenne stepped forward, looking River dead in the eyes. "Y-you were-" she said, unable to form a coherent sentence without switching the topic. "T-the bite... H-how?" she pleaded, River's footsteps heavy in the dank, murky water. The once flooded parking garage now filled with algae and fish from the flowing river. "Don't know- Don't care," he stated plainly. His hair was longer, less clean. Still held into a bun, his brown locks were still locked inside a hair tie. "River!" Cheyenne yelled, grabbing his arm. River put a finger to his lips, silently shushing her as her voice echoed throughout the garage. "Will you keep quiet, god. I don't want the infected knowing were here. Let alone that fucking monster," he stated, turning to a door.