A group of trained military personnel explored dangerous red zones without a minute's rest, where the incidence and number of infected people are particularly high, who have already changed their appearance and become creatures that were called nothing else than "zombies".

In an abandoned house outside the city, the cautious footsteps of several men could be heard, whose gaze was especially intently peering into the darkness. Their task was to inspect the red zones and report on the danger there. And of course, if possible, give the survivors a chance to escape, but no one expected such an outcome of events.

"Stand" A firm male voice gave the order. He frowned, pointing the weapon into the darkness and illuminating this space with a flashlight. The rest of the military froze, ready to listen to the next words of the chief.

Your hand slowly reached for the rusty knife that miraculously helped you stay alive for a long time. Only natural needs increased your chance of death every day. Excessive paranoia has responded inside you, forcing you to attack the military.

Leon's strong arm effortlessly stopped this ridiculous attack, pushing you back.

"She may be infected," one of the soldiers intensely remarked. Leon's blue eyes were watching you. He should have decided for everyone what to do with you. Save or kill.