Milena: Oh, did you…? I hope you get home soon… it’s no good being here. *takes the cape off her back, then uses it to cover up Matthias’s arm, trying to cover as much of the greyed flesh as she can* We’re not doing so well. *lowers her voice to a soft whisper* My Matthias tried defending the camp against the monsters. Our own kind came here with the sickness. He got scratched and now he’s turning into one of them. But I’m not going to let that happen… I’ll find a cure. *lowers her head* We’ve got nobody…
