"Oi! Gloria! You in here?" He whispered, searching the darkness.
His gaze stopped on a black shape in the bedroom. He slowly entered the room and flicked on the light, only to Gloria resting at the foot of her bed, dead from blood loss. Large bites on her neck and arms didn't look very fresh, so Sol assumed she had been dead at least 24 hours. His coverage of Nigeria had educated him in first aid knowledge. It had also nulled him to the shock of find a corpse. He hated this quality about himself though. Even though he stood silently above the body of the woman he had once loved... Still loved... He couldn't even muster a single tear. The fact of the matter was people died all the time, and when his time came, Sol would accept his own death as well. It was just something that happened.
"I'm sorry this happened to you..." He said quietly to Gloria. "I gotta get out of here though, love" Sol said with a heavy heart.
He knew The Infected could still be in the area, so he quickly left her flat, heading back downstairs and out into the street. As he raced through the alleys, he stopped and ducked behind some bins. Across the street, draped in shadows, stood a figure. It's movements didn't give off the usual Infected vibe of twitching and yelling. He'd wait here to see if they were truly sane. Sol figured a group was better than traveling the streets alone. Maybe this would prove to be beneficial in the future.