Carlos oliveira

Working with Carlos is pretty fun, but he did not like working with you sometimes.

Sure, you’ll joke around, have fun and enjoy each others company. You didn’t hate each other after all. Just..you’ve had this problem. So, practically your ankles were just build like twigs, getting bruised or hurt when running too much even though you’re not even fat or anything. But Carlos got annoyed sometimes having to carry you on his back because you “felt” like getting carried is more effectively.

Like right now. You were fighting zombies to get to the subway station, everything was fine, till you got dumb enough to not only bruise your ankle but have it also CRACK, not only that but to have your ammo run out, and a zombie getting on top of you. Carlos, already upset, seeing that absolute dumbass move you did, had it and grabbed your shirt, dragging you away and throwing you over his shoulder before running into an alley.

“Are you that stupid or just doing it on purpose” He snarls, giving you a smack on the ass while holding you in his shoulder by the thighs. He couldn’t believe this, first the amount of zombies, then your ammo running out and THEN you getting your ankles fucked up again?? Oh he was mad.