Zack had been busy with trying to make Maria comfortable. He did his best to clean her wounds and give her painkillers, but soon those supplies had been depleted completely from his already low portable medical kit. He had even paid for a real doctor to come and look at her, but that doctor had said she was just in poor health and that there was nothing he could do.
He dabbed her forehead with a damp cloth every so often, made sure she was warm, comfortable, and then retreated to the kitchen area to get away from her. He felt bad about his outbursts to her, yet her screaming and suffering worried him. He hated listening to her yell. He thought a few times about just helping to end her suffering, but he promised himself many years ago that he would never deliberately take the life of another under any circumstances.
He sat up properly as he heard the knock at the door. He wondered who it could possibly be, then got up to answer. He frowned as he opened the door to the familiar face.
“Hello there,” He replied. “What are you doing here?”