"I'll be back, I'll--- I'll be back as soon as I can, I promise," Jon insists, but he takes a few steps, stumbling in their hurry, towards the door. "I love you. I'll be back."

And, as quickly and quietly as he's able, he slips away.

It's by pure luck alone that there aren't any other infected people along the path, and it doesn't take long for Jon to follow the cries, finding Martin where he's been left on the ground. The bloodstains don't soothe his nerves whatsoever.

Instead of rushing forward as his panic urges him to do, though, he approaches, slow and careful. His voice wavers with uncertainty and fear, welling further and further into his chest, as he speaks.

"...Martin?"