Scotty stepped out of his makeshift hiding place and looked fearfully up at the man. The zombies were stopped for now, but there were more beyond this room and building. Regret sank heavily down his stomach; he may have just gotten this man killed. Scotty shouldn't have done anything. He could have died alone, and this man would have been able to live another day. Selfish Scotty though, wanting to be saved. His foster parents had been right yet again: he was a selfish little monster.
"Sorry," he murmured, raising up a hand to chew on his thumb nail. This was just the worst. This man was going to die because he wanted to save Scotty. God, he was so stupid. His gaze lowered to the floor as he hugged an arm around himself, feeling even more miserable. "I didn't mean to get you killed, sir."