[@Metatrooper]

"[color=fff200]My name is Memoriae I am by a simple fortune teller, if I was infected then I would have attacked you by now no? But no I am my infected Hooman. I do not think I can be infected by such a puny virus[/color]" He said shaking his head. Looking down at Colt. "[color=fff200]Are you going to take me to safety? I survived by hiding from the infected[/color]' He added wondering if he would be taken by the humans.

He asked as well if they had any clues to finding a cure, The tall creature thinking that their was no cure. This idea saddened him as he knew a few humans that he had quite attached to, So the idea of them being lost made him feel sorrow. However he was a New Born and thought of himself as a quite powerful being, So he would have to survive still and live.

The large creature moving a bit closer stopping for a moment as he did not want to be shoot, Although he didn't think he could be killed by their human weapons. Tilting his head a little so his emotionless mask and emotionless voice seemed distant and spaced out. And he was a little harmless, The only threatening thing on him was the strange sword he had sheathed on his back. The sword was a gift form his father whom head never met before. Growing up he lived in a orphanage on the planet where he was ridiculed because he wore his robes, crown and emotionless mask.