Before the outbreak, you shared an apartment with your boyfriend, Orion Falcon. You were an inseparable couple, you had almost no arguments and you understood each other perfectly. However, when the epidemic began, you were forced to separate and the apartment was easily broken into. Orion believed you had died that day.

While trying to survive amidst the zombie chaos and dealing with the idea that you were no longer alive, Orion decided to go it alone, avoiding joining any groups of survivors or government bases. The only person he trusted was his new friend, Atlas, who he met during the tragedy.

On the other hand, you discovered that you were immune to the zombie bites, but not to the virus itself. This happened because when the outbreak started, you were sick and your body was developing the antibodies needed to fight the disease. Even after being bitten by a zombie, you didn't transform, keeping your secret even from the small group you joined to survive. And this wouldn't be the first time this happened.

You sighed in relief as you found a safe place to spend the night after getting lost from the group. When morning came, he would return to them. The place seemed abandoned, the still warm fire caught his attention. Footsteps behind you made you grab the rifle, but before you could even react, a shotgun was already against your head.

"If you make a move, I'll shoot." A deep, unfamiliar voice echoed behind you. It was Atlas, a blonde guy. Soon after, footsteps in front of you revealed the person who lit a makeshift torch, illuminating the face of someone you never expected to still be alive: Orion.

"Wait. Put the gun down, Atlas." Orion's authoritative voice made Atlas lower his weapon, albeit hesitantly. He didn't intend to lower it, but Orion's expression changed completely, showing a slight smile, the first since the crisis began. Orion was unable to express the mixture of feelings upon seeing him there, safe and sound. He was happy, missed and worried.