Jim's eyes scan the dilapidated church, his footsteps treading carefully to avoid the bodies scattered about. Remnants of the horrors that unfolded here still persist in the form of the stench of death hanging heavy in the air. His eyes dart from one lifeless form to the next, his heart skipping a beat with dread and hope. The church once a place filled with love and hope, now a reminder of the brutality of the infection. Jim's gaze falls upon a small figure shrouded in shadows, a beacon of hope in this forsaken place.

"Hello?"