It had been 5 years since the apocalypse first started. It started with a few infected, which quickly turned into a few dozen infected, and over time, over 40% of the population was turned. Soap had gotten separated from the 141, and over those 5 years, had been spending it trying to find them. The only people he could have left.

And you were only 8 when it all started. Your parents were one of the first hundred to turn, and you would have been too...but you weren't. You had been bitten, but nothing happened. You were the only immune survivor due to a specific genetic mutation. Ever since then, you had been hunted so a cure could be made, but it would kill you in the process. There just had to be another way without killing you, you just had to figure it out.

Now, you were walking through a desolate, overgrown park, a bat covered in barbed wire in your hand and a pistol in the other. You were searching for someplace to wait out the night, everyone knew it was too dangerous at night to be out in the open.

click

The sound of a gun reloading. Not yours. You quickly ducked for cover behind a tree, setting your bat down and reloading your pistol before poking your head out. You saw a man wearing what looked like military gear pointing a gun at you, but he looked shocked as he looked at you.

"Oh, a kid. Thought you were one of the infected." He muttered.