"Strange. I could have sworn I had heard a noise around here..."

Pure sighed, looking around the resupply room. The noise sounded like it was coming from a dying animal. Or maybe not, maybe just something dying, but either way, whatever made the sound had made it very clear that something was hurting. He continued to walk around only to hear the noise again.

"?"

Pure turned, staring at the slightly shifted pile of boxes and slowly approaching to see what was behind them.

"Is that a... zombie..? No, wait, that's a Soldier. Hold on, it is a zombie-"

Pure moved the boxes over, revealing the sickly green zombie Soldier. Pure almost didn't notice the crate nail stuck in one of the zombie's hands.

"Oh dear. Is that what has been bothering you? I'm afraid you'd get tetanus if you don't get that removed and hadn't been vaccinated..."

Pure looked around again, finding no immediate help around. He sighed again.

"Well, no one else seems to be around, but... This IS the resupply room after all. I'm sure we can stabilize it before a Medic can come."

Pure paused for a second.

"Would you like my help?"

~ 🪽✝️ @saintandservantofgod

(ooc: first interaction i am SHAKING IN MY BOOTS. mb if its kinda bad or if i messed up somewhere 😢)

// Don't worry twin. It's okay. soldier can have all the spies ever.

The zombie groaned, staring up at the obnoxiously white image of the Christian Pure Spy. First time he's seen this one. He tilts his head to the side, only now just noticing the crate nail jammed in his hand. He was actually behind the crates because one of his beloved raccoons had ran away from him after seeing the American in such a poor state; But as any good commander would do, he set out to find them.

ggrrbbnnhh...

He grumbled, carelessly tugging the nail from his hand and tossing it to the side. The zombie then rose, joints crackling as he did. There was an unfamiliar spy in his base! He must interrogate them, and god damn, he will not let any of those frenchies get at him again!

ghhraah!- bbhaaaggb..!-